No, he's not ours (Rick would kill me at this point).
My sister was taking her motorcycle test at our local vocational school the other day. One of the guys kept looking at the shed. She looked under and there he was....a wee little black boy, about five weeks old. She texted her DH, "Come up to the school. Bring the carrier." They caught him, took him home, checked him out, and he's now my new fur-nephew. You just look at him and he purrs. Loves to eat and can't get enough food. Using the litter box with no trouble. The vet said about five weeks old and he's in good health.
He was all over me the other night....suckling on my ear and my neck and just purring away. He's a sweetie.
He's going to be a gorgeous boy....coal black with the brightest green eyes. And in honor of her passing her motorcycle test and getting her first Harley, his name is Harley! Now she has two Harleys: her bike and the little guy!
My sister was taking her motorcycle test at our local vocational school the other day. One of the guys kept looking at the shed. She looked under and there he was....a wee little black boy, about five weeks old. She texted her DH, "Come up to the school. Bring the carrier." They caught him, took him home, checked him out, and he's now my new fur-nephew. You just look at him and he purrs. Loves to eat and can't get enough food. Using the litter box with no trouble. The vet said about five weeks old and he's in good health.
He was all over me the other night....suckling on my ear and my neck and just purring away. He's a sweetie.
He's going to be a gorgeous boy....coal black with the brightest green eyes. And in honor of her passing her motorcycle test and getting her first Harley, his name is Harley! Now she has two Harleys: her bike and the little guy!
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