His name is Harrison. My surrogate son. He wakes me up without fail every morning, long before my alarm goes off. Sometimes I pretend to be asleep and watch him under semi-closed eyes on how he taps the side of my face with his paw or how he leans in and licks my nose. I love this cat immensely. He makes me happy every single day.
The last time I blogged was last year when I joyously wrote about the adoption of Rodney and Stella (subsequently christened by their new mom as Pucci and Sushi). Since then, a lot of noteworthy thigs have happened in my life and happened all in a blur so I didn’t really have the time or inclination to sit down and write about it. I was too busy living. Anyway, since I find it useful to record events in my life (as I’m prone to forget them), I’m going to resume blogging.
Rodney and Stella have been adopted! Finally! They've been with me for 3 months and have gone to 2 open days where they were always overlooked. I'm glad someone decided to adopt them and to give them their forever home.
They've come a long way - previously, Rodney was lord of the garbage bins around my apartment building. Stella, presumably his sister, would follow him around his haunts. One day, Rodney followed me home, scruffy and begging for food. I took him in and that night I didn't get any sleep because he was jittery and yowling all the time. The next morning I set him free ( I was thinking he didn't want to be cooped up in an apartment and was a true feral cat). I started feeding him by the garbage bins and discovered Stella. That was the reason why he was yowling the whole night - he was worried for his sister.
