Last night my husband paused on his way out the door, looked over at me, and said “There is yet another cat on our porch wanting to come in.”
I went to look, and the young calico who lives up the street was sitting outside the door, looking expectantly up at us. When we didn’t open the door for her, she meowed politely to get her point across.
I swear, I’m a cat magnet.
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