Last week I was at the vet's office and they coerced me into taking another cat. This one was a mature cat whose owner had brought him in to be euthanized because she couldn't afford to keep him anymore. (Who does that?) Anyway, I took Ivan home and introduced him into the "cat house." He, like all new cats, went to the top shelf and stayed there for 3 days. Last night I went in to get their dishes and he was at my feet wanting to be petted. I thought all was well until this morning. I took the cats' food dishes into their house and Ivan was nowhere to be found. I had the window cracked about 2 inches wide and somehow he pushed it open and got out. I guess he'll come back or he won't. Being a cat whisperer is a tough job.
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