Thinking Out Loud

Looking Through the Window

Over time, Gato became a legend among our family, friends and co-workers. Barbara’s sister came out to see us and brought a blanket she made for Gato. While she was with us she also bought a little cat pillow for him to sleep on and she put the blanket on that. Gato ignored it.

When Barbara had the ladies over to our house for a women’s study on Sunday nights, Gato would often sit on the porch and look inside. The former owners of our house were amazed that we could now pet him, and we even took pictures of him with and included those pictures in cards we sent to our family. We got used to having Gato around worried about him when he showed up with a chunk of hair missing from his scalp or a bloody spot on his leg, which happened frequently.

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