Several years ago we had a litter of yard cats. Dracula was so cute until he started impreganating all of the female kittens. Well, I had had enough. I called the Humane Society and they corralled the yard cats and took them away. However, they didn't catch Draula. So after several days a friend of mine and I put food in a cat carrier and shoved Dracula in it and we took him to one of the rivers in our area. "This way he can catch fish." I said. Well, my sister said, "Cats don't catch fish." What was I thinking?
Anyway, my yard cats were finally gone. But, lo and behold, after three days Dracula came back. All scruffy and mangy looking. And then I thought, "Dracula stays. If he managed to find himself home after five miles, then he can stay."
I feed Dracula every morning and evening. He meows to me; but mostly he lives on the roof of my house. Dracula is not a pretty cat by any means but he cared enough to come home. He even lets me pet him when I feed him food.
Dracula is not a pretty cat by any means . . . but he is mine. Living on the roof or on the porch rail.
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