Happy Wednesday, Furends! It’s me, Dori. *wavy paws* Today my chat is about my experience with a real live Cat Whispurrer.
Anyone who knows me knows I don’t easily meet new hoomons. To me, a Stranger Danger alert means I dive under the couch the moment someone who doesn’t smell like my mom or dad walks in the door.
No offense to those who like kitties, but you have to go a long way to win my trust, and up till now no one…NO ONE…has won me over except for my mom and dad.
So a couple Sundays ago when my daddy went out of town for a week on biz, I was expecting to have my mom all to myself…except for Hwermie, Opie, Peaches, Dori (wait–that’s me), Frank, Chauncie Marie, Jack, Jesse, Nikolas (my daddy), Gidget, Candy and Elly, my newest little sister, and Chevy the new outdoor kid. Yup! My mom all to myself.
Except that didn’t happen. About two hours after Dad left, I was on my way from the bedroom to the living room when the front door opened and in walked …