Mary fell asleep in the three season room off our deck and awoke to the howling of a small kitten in a tree in the backyard. The flea-infested little tabby ate like a horse once we got her in the house. It didn't appear that anyone had ever taken care of her.
We named her Shandy, after the alcoholic drink of choice around her lately (sorry Beer Guy).
Sunny the original Graser cat, that looks exactly like Shandy, but a few years older, is not too happy. "Tough tender vittles, Sunny. How can we say 'no' to this:"
Click on it! She is very cute!
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