Limpy is so named because I was crazy enough to ask my husband what to name him. (Boy, that's the last time I make that mistake!) Limpy was a stray who showed up at our back door occasionally. My husband is allergic so we really couldn't adopt another indoor cat. We tried to shoo him away for quite awhile, but one day he showed up with a hurt back leg and was (you guessed it!) limping. When I saw that, I was a goner. I can't stand to see a hurt animal. So we fed him. He was very skittish, but he wasn't feral. We think someone dumped him when they moved out of the neighborhood. So we fed him, made friends, took him to the vet (boy, you should have heard the vet techs snicker when I told them his name was Limpy) and got him shots, fixed, and patched up. But we still don't really consider him "our cat." He comes and goes throughout the neighborhood and I'm quite sure he drops in on a few other
At any rate, I've been working on a couple of quilts and have had them spread out on my design
I don't pretend to understand the motivation that cats have, but I do know that if there is fabric or paper on the floor, they MUST sleep on it. Loll on it. Heave contented sighs as they knead it to death. I can't fight a cat's determination. They'll win every time. The solution (obviously!) is to make each cat their own quilt. So here's Limpy with his own personal cat quilt.
so glad the sweet boy found a home with you. I guess I'm lucky that my indoor cats can't track in filth from the outside world!
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