This morning, my dad looked out the window again.
Dicey was out there, strolling about and waiting for breakfast, which wasn't there, thanks to Mr. Possum.
Somebody, however, was in her shelter.......
It wasn't the possum.
It was another cat.
That's right, Dad opened the door, and out of the cat shelter, looking straight at him, was a brown cat with black stripes and a white muzzle.
It was Marley.
Marley is the other cat that belongs to Dicey's owners. He's her "brother" in a sense. And now, he came out of the cat house and strolled about, as if to say, "I heard you guys served food here. Where's my continental breakfast?"
Apparently, Dicey, being the southern hostess, must have told him about the nice humans who fed her, and invited her brother to come spend the night at the kitty condo. They must have been snuggling together to keep warm.
Aww.
Marley had always been a skittish kitty around us....he's more shy and reserved than his sister. But amazingly, he was hanging around, all calm and relaxed.
Looks like we're gonna be running a kitty hotel, with two cats indoors and two cats outdoors.
Oh, boy.
Soli Deo Gloria
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