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Tuesday, March 8, 2016
For my birthday my stepdaughter got me two 'rescue cats'. My understanding is that they were found behind a strip of stores. They're about 6 months old and seem to have very little use for people, at least me. I've held Benedict for a few minutes, but he shivers and runs off when I put him down. I have yet to dig Scholastica out of her hidie hole.
When I got up this morning I noticed some telltales: Bathroom door partially closed, pawprints in the litterbox and menus open on a couple of my computers from someone stepping on the keyboard. Some cat toys were scattered and it looks like a little food is gone from their dish.
They're babies and they're scared so I'm not too offended. Pictures to follow - as soon as they assent.
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