Ribh's D'Coopage

I love em too! The first cat in our family was an all black cat.. my oldest daughter ran down the stairs yelling... I hear a kitten!! So we opened the front door and a tiny black kitten ran in! I yelled... Quick, close the door!! And just like that we had our first kitty💕 We named him Lucky... cuz he was lucky he found us😁
I’ll try to find a pic...
That's fantastic! I've always wanted to be adopted by a cat.
 
I just came across this... have any of you heard of this breed? Soooo strange... they call it a werewolf cat but it is a Lykoi... it does look like a werewolf 😳
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IT'S KOFFEE KLATCH WEDNESDAY WHEREVER AGAIN 🙃
especially for @Aussie-Chookmum.
All the important elements are present: The Shadmug, books, Fluffy Butt Acres, & Olivia.
I'm there somewhere...

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...mostly trying to discourage my girl from helping herself to my coffee.
I don't think she needs coffee.​

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Yes, It's very cold here this morning.
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It is very special when a pet comes to you... you know without a doubt that it’s meant to be💕❤️
I was sort of fostered by a cat once. I was far from home and feeling a bit apprehensive. I had a tiny apartment on the first floor and I left my window open. Imagine my surprise when I woke up with a cat on my bed.
He spent every night with me for a year. I never gave him a litter tray or fed him except scraps of what I was eating - but he came every evening and sat on my lap and slept on my bed.
I assume he had another home somewhere in the block and I assume he went out of their window to come in mine (there was a sort of stone parapet about 6" wide running round the whole city block).
I never gave him a name because I didn't feel he was mine. So I called him No-Name.
And then one day, the day before I was due to leave, he didn't come back.
It was like he knew I didn't need him any more.
He looked a bit like Davis - I don't think he was a particular breed but he was large and very, very hairy!

Edited - oops, I meant 2nd floor!
 
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I was sort of fostered by a cat once. I was far from home and feeling a bit apprehensive. I had a tiny apartment on the first floor and I left my window open. Imagine my surprise when I woke up with a cat on my bed.
He spent every night with me for a year. I never gave him a litter tray or fed him except scraps of what I was eating - but he came every evening and sat on my lap and slept on my bed.
I assume he had another home somewhere in the block and I assume he went out of their window to come in mine (there was a sort of stone parapet about 6" wide running round the whole city block).
I never gave him a name because I didn't feel he was mine. So I called him No-Name.
And then one day, the day before I was due to leave, he didn't come back.
It was like he knew I didn't need him any more.
He looked a bit like Davis - I don't think he was a particular breed but he was large and very, very hairy!
What a wonderful story! So heartwarming! 🥰
 
IT'S KOFFEE KLATCH WEDNESDAY WHEREVER AGAIN 🙃
especially for @Aussie-Chookmum.
All the important elements are present: The Shadmug, books, Fluffy Butt Acres, & Olivia.
I'm there somewhere...

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...mostly trying to discourage my girl from helping herself to my coffee.
I don't think she needs coffee.​

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Yes, It's very cold here this morning.
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Oh my goodness!!! You have got my very full-on Wednesday (8 meetings) off to an amazing start!! Whee!!!! Olivia and Phyllis gossiping on the Beakers, it doesn't get better than that :gig:lau:woot:wee:love
 
I was sort of fostered by a cat once. I was far from home and feeling a bit apprehensive. I had a tiny apartment on the first floor and I left my window open. Imagine my surprise when I woke up with a cat on my bed.
He spent every night with me for a year. I never gave him a litter tray or fed him except scraps of what I was eating - but he came every evening and sat on my lap and slept on my bed.
I assume he had another home somewhere in the block and I assume he went out of their window to come in mine (there was a sort of stone parapet about 6" wide running round the whole city block).
I never gave him a name because I didn't feel he was mine. So I called him No-Name.
And then one day, the day before I was due to leave, he didn't come back.
It was like he knew I didn't need him any more.
He looked a bit like Davis - I don't think he was a particular breed but he was large and very, very hairy!
Dear No-name was one of the genuinely Great Cats.
 

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