My feral tom, Little Bit, he is 13 1/2 and I have not seen him for a week now. he was so thin and losing his air and I think the heat got to him. I loved him as if he had been in my house all this time and worried over him. The last few weeks he has finally let me rub his head and pet him. He would lean against my leg while I rubbed his head. I hope you know how much I loved you.
I have no idea why she decided to lay on the clean curtains, I had folded them and went away for a minutes. Maybe they were still warm. This is Hermione, my oldest.