I was at a spinning guild meeting the other night and my phone rings (well, actually it "baa-a-a-a-a's" ;-D). "There's a really skinny cat on the porch and I think it's Brushy's brother. Should I feed it?" asks Saint Tim.
"Well, of course, if it's Brushy's brother."
I get home and the cat looks nothing like Brushy.
"His name is Comby." he says. Oh brother.
So, meet Comby.
We got him tamed down enough to catch him and get him vaccinated and 'tutored', and as soon as he got home from the vet, I suppose he understood he was adopted and settled right in.
I now have a new faithful companion to accompany me to the barn every morning, so I guess he might be a little related to Brushy.
"Well, of course, if it's Brushy's brother."
I get home and the cat looks nothing like Brushy.
"His name is Comby." he says. Oh brother.
So, meet Comby.
We got him tamed down enough to catch him and get him vaccinated and 'tutored', and as soon as he got home from the vet, I suppose he understood he was adopted and settled right in.
I now have a new faithful companion to accompany me to the barn every morning, so I guess he might be a little related to Brushy.
3 comments:
Oh he is just beautiful!!! Reminds me our our neighborcat Tom in his younger days.
What does Brushy think of Comby?
Bet that Comby heard from all the other local animals that this was the place to be, so he thought he would check it out. Obviously there was no doubt that he was staying. What a hansome addition.
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