Tuesday, April 19, 2016

On Facebook, a college friend (now living about three hours away) was talking about a cat she's about to get. But I thought she recently got a new cat, named Dexter. So I asked, "What happened to Dexter?"

She wrote, "Ohh, Dexter. He had to go back to his foster home because he hated us. Seriously! I'll tell the story when I get the chance."

I love this. I love cats, and wish I wasn't allergic. I feel like I might have been one in a past life.

5 comments:

Rachel Federman said...

it is really too bad you're allergic!

Bearette said...

Yeah, it is...we had one when I was little

Bearette said...

That's how we found out :(

Domestic Kate said...

You might like reading http://rockygrace.blogspot.com/ She fosters cats and has permanent ones, and she writes about her cat-ing adventures a lot :)

I also had a cat once who hated me. Me! I couldn't believe it. He ran away.

Bearette said...

I guess cats have strong opinions :)