Last October we adopted a cat from the PAWS group. At the time, Spike was still around and he did not have a fondness for cats, so I specifically asked for the biggest Tom they could find, but one that was still friendly enough for Tess to pet. They found the perfect match for us.
Tess aptly named him Kitty Cat, although sometimes his name is Frenchup. I have no clue where that came from, or what it means. Kitty Cat used the wicked weather we have been having as an excuse to hang out in the house, so I snapped some photos. He has an enourmous number of toes, but also has enormous patience with Tess.
Even after it being in the 40's and 50's yesterday and today, we still have several drifts as big as my car and more snow in the forecast tonight.
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I love Kitty Cat, especially her unique paws. We had a cat one time and Dad named her Pawgins. You could have named this cat that name.
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