This pretty kitty has gifted us with his presence.
He came gently.
He found refuge and shade in the bushes next to our house, with field dirt clinging and not quiet well, messy ears and all. Though we are no animal experts around here, my husband said he needed to be shot.
But our kids have loved him and cuddled him and sneaked him leftovers and he's still here. After so many rough kids lugging him around, I'm surprised. Never a scratch or a hiss, though, poor cat.
He doesn't look so bad now and seems to like the IAMS I bought him. He waits on the stoop for food and love and must think this place is his home.
If he sticks around long enough, we may just think it is too.
Sharing little gifts today, for Tuesdays Unwrapped.