Not knowing her parents/owners, I try *really* hard to remember I don't know the circumstances - maybe she bawls at the door or begs to be let out to come get gooshy food from us - but it is really, really hard not to say "Fuck Neighbor Lady's Dad" when it's below zero and she's crying on our doorstep. I keep thinking we should get her a litterbox. But I also recognize that is just admitting we now own a cat.
She spent all of Christmas Eve and Christmas with us and she's been with us since last night when
Our nerd kitty.
