Monday, January 23, 2012
Gracie Mae
The first time I met Gracie Mae, she was curled up sleeping the a sunny spot on the wooden floor of my sisters house. My brother-in-law says to me "See that cat? She isn't ours". It seems Gracie Mae has snuck away from her original home to creep into the hearts of my sister and her husband. The first time I was there you wouldn't even know there was a cat around. This past weekend I visited and Gracie has her own bed, food, bowl and scattered around my sisters immaculate house is kitty toys. I don't really likes cats but I must admit when she landed in the middle of my lap, she was kinda soft...the cashmere sweater kind of soft. A few more visits and maybe she'll grow on me too.
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