
How did Maddy find us? She was up for adoption at PetSmart. She was sizeable. She was mouthy as anything (none of that ever changed). We had a serious mouse problem in our apartment. I desperately wanted a cat. C thought she looked like a good mouser.
Honestly, the dog caught more mice than her. Molly used to scoop them up in her mouth. Retriever.
After spending a week under the bed, Maddy emerged the princess she was until the end. She would not mouse. She was to be served - all types of glorious dairy products, fresh cat nip, the best dry-reducing diet cat food, ear rubbins, and sweet words.
She was the best purrrrr-er.
Maddy definitely put her mark on the home eck wreck. Only Maddy could convince a busy vet to give out their cell and home phones. . .(Tho Glen garnered a cell number herself).
It's strange, we had the diva pets and now we have mostly males. Molly is a lot of things but she's just way too Lab to play the diva for too long.
Didn't I swear to stop going on about pets? Write what you know I suppose.
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