I must be wearing catnip underwear.
Ok, not really, but that's my boss' theory as to how/why cats seem to find me.
Take today, for example. Stopped by to feed my feral colony on the way back to work after an appt. and a very wet, hungy young male kitty (brown tabby) came running up to me telling me all his woes. I've actually seen this guy several times before and had been hoping to get ahold to get him fixed. The neighbors think he's another abandoned pet. He appears to have some kind of tail injury, so couldn't leave him. He's now in a fellow cat rescuer's garage and will go the vet first thing Friday morning and probably on to the rescue after that.
Before dropping him off, I stopped back at the office to let my boss know what happened and that I'd need the rest of the afternoon off. She's used to the cat stuff, so just shook her head, smiled and said, "catnip underwear."
Ok, not really, but that's my boss' theory as to how/why cats seem to find me.
Before dropping him off, I stopped back at the office to let my boss know what happened and that I'd need the rest of the afternoon off. She's used to the cat stuff, so just shook her head, smiled and said, "catnip underwear."