pink went to live at my parents farm because he was a disgruntled indoor cat that never seemed too happy to be indoors. i don't have any outdoor space for him except a concrete parking lot. anytime i would take him out there it would book it. fearless. i thought raising him as an indoor cat that he would be happy/afraid of the great outdoors. now he is the king of the barn. and i miss him like crazy.
now i'm obsessed, and can't wait to get another fur-lover at my place. my friend gord has a cat who lives with some friend in toronto. they dont want him anymore. his name is general popinstuffs. or muffin top. or something. we've never met but he's going to move in soon. i can't wait!