My cat is a little girl that I got from the pound. She was a feral cat who trusted no one. Once I got her home, Mr. Vacuum Cleaner was her worst enemy! *lol* Before long, she figured out that I was the food source and she warmed up to me. Like most feral cats, she's very small, very protective and VERY vicious when the time comes to display it. I was sitting on my front porch with here in my lap around dusk one day. A raccoon cam around the front of the house and at cat lept off my lap, emmitted a huge growl and chased the raccoon out of the neighborhood. I couldn't believe my eyes. That raccoon could have torn the cat to pieces if he wasn't so intimidated by the her. I learned by that experience to never get on the wrong side of my cat. *lol* Oh ... she likes to get stoned too. Sometimes I'll grind up a little bit of a canna-cookie and put in into her food. Talk about a loving cat! *lol*
Vi
