My husband never wanted a cat, and certainly not one in the house. One summer day in 2011, a little tortoiseshell came out of the woods, crying her head off. We assume she had been dumped on the other side of the small lot, which borders a highway off ramp. We tried to keep her outside, with nights in the shop, but as it got colder, hubby got more and more worried. Finally, he brought her in. Now Harley rules the roost! We have (unfortunately) added 4 more strays. All but one appeared more or less the same way.
J. ThomasOLIVET, MI
