“No matter how little money and how few possessions you own, having a dog makes you rich.”
— Louis Sabin
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Happy Friday, everyone!
This morning, on our walk, I met the only cat I’d ever like to own. Our neighbors have a small tabby cat (I think her name is Jolly?) who is the friendliest feline I have ever seen. Whenever someone walks by with a dog, she runs down the driveway to immediately greet them. And then she’ll walk alongside the dog and the dog’s people for a few yards. It’s the most interesting and endearing thing. The dogs, I think, are always just startled by her. (Like, “What is this? A cat who’s not afraid of me?”) Jolly tried to come up to Pyrrha this morning, but Pyr was a little too excited about it. I had her lie down, which she did, but I think Jolly could tell that Pyrrha’s body language was a little to stalk-y. Maybe in time Pyrrha will be calm enough to actually greet Jolly. I hope so. What a wonderfully odd and extroverted cat!