I thought I’d do a little picture story of our outdoor/indoor girl. Tork and her two siblings, shown in the flower pot below, were abandoned by their mother. She was the survivor, even though she was the runt. My heart went out to her, and DH felt sorry for her too. I started feeding her and even gave her some herbs, don’t remember which kind, to help her along and she did well.
Looking into the scullery, hoping she’ll be let in.
Life is rough.
Between DH’s feet. Notice she has wiggled her way indoors.
Here she is drinking out of this chicken planter, that holds water. We always get a kick out of seeing her do this.
This photo below was taken tonight. She got up on my lap, kneaded for awhile, then climbed up on my chest and plopped herself down. I asked DH to take this picture. So here she and I are in our ‘at home look’. She kneads for quite awhile sometimes, and ends up slobbering as she does so. She is sitting in my lap here at the computer as I write, kneading away.
In awhile, she’ll go out into the ‘ca-trium’ where she sleeps at night. It’s the screened room off the back of our cottage.
She is a sweetie pie, don’t we all think that about our fur babies?
That’s it for now. Hope you all have a nice evening/morning and enjoy all your many blessings.