The cat with a "mustache"--the one that looks like Charlie Chaplin (or Hitler. I totally would've named him Hitler if I had the option) reached out with his paws and covered the camera lens when I went up to him. I seriously considered taking one of them home, but alas, I already have a lovable cat, Tanu...
She was at one point without a home herself. Mom saw her get rejected by our neighbor (she was apparently trying to find a home who'll adopt her)and when she started yowling in the middle of the road, Mom invited her into our front yard, without a whole lot of thought. And that was the end of it. Our original plan to drop her off at the local animal shelter once the weather warms up was scrapped when we fell in love with her--including my Dad who used to absolutely hate cats. She is now an irreplaceable member of our family.
So....I'm hoping and praying that Hitler will also find a loving home.
So....I'm hoping and praying that Hitler will also find a loving home.
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