I always vowed no more cats.

I adored my big black male cat Simbad. But he was a gangsta thug from a rough area of town and way too much of a dude to ever cuddle with me. I still loved him, but he spent much of his 16 years on this earth not really liking me (or my beloved yellow dog).

In true cat form, Pefo (Refo / Refugee) isn’t even meant to be here. She literally just barged her way into the house and decided it was her home. I made it clear I came back for the boys, not her.

But gosh. GOSH. Maybe it’s part of the midlife crisis or maybe she’s just cute as fuck. But this adorable little grey & brown street cat has absolutely barged her way into my heart. And my car.

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