Punkin, a stray cat that we saved, is now an inside cat. His mother abandoned him and his brother so we took them in and fed them bottles, but his brother died. He spent the night in a cage with his dead brother. Dad said that was quite a Dickensian start.
That means a poor and pitiful start like the characters in Charles Dickens' books. I watched Oliver after he said that- another musical!
Punkin is affectionate. Before we let him in, he sat at the doorstep every day waiting for us to come out, and he would follow us at our foot pace to do our chores.
One time Mom took Webb out to the sheep pen in his wheelchair to watch Dad and James shear the sheep. Punkin jumped in his lap and then he climbed onto his shoulders and looped his tail around his neck and then across his eyes and then he laid across his shoulders to snooze.
Dad said he always sat in his lap while he put on his work boots on the stairs. He really loves him. He's always letting him in his lap and petting him. He carries him around all the time. He gets caught up in your feet, too. He tripped me one time and when I fell he came to my face and rubbed his head into my cheek. He loves people! I'm really glad that he has come indoors.
I saw the crochet stuff in the attic today and I'm going to start a new scarf for Autumn.