Ree’s musings

I went for an insanely long walk the other day and a lovely orange cat made me his bitch. He loudly insisted that I would hug him and love him and squeeze him and call him George. So I did. He followed me almost all the way home too.

I haven't belonged to a cat for years and I miss it a lot, so it felt great to share some scritchies with a happy kitty, even though he clearly belonged to somebody else.