Muffin is our little feral friend who showed up during the coldest part of winter, and we put together a makeshift home for him with a pet heating pad so that he could stay warm. It was an odd looking arrangement. It was a box that was bubble wrapped inside another box with our grill cover on top and all this was heated with a special heating pad for cats along with an occasional hot water bottle on extra cold nights.   I put my hand inside it, and it was nice and cozy.  I think this cat appreciated it.   He had no choice.  He could not go anywhere because of the snow and extreme cold.

It’s put away, but Muffin remains. He absolutely hates our cats, Chrissy and Sweetie Pi. They cannot come outside because he terrorizes them. He comes up to the window and punches it with his paw. Redneck cat.

However, he doesn’t hate all cats. He brought one home with him last week.  She’s playing hard to get.  She’s a pretty thing, but I have a sneaky suspicion that she is in the family way.   And it’s not Muffin’s as he is not able to do that.

But love is strange.     They remind me of “the Lawman” and “Miss Lilly” who sang at the Birdcage in Western Land television.    Our cowboy, Muffin, has fattened up a little in the months he’s been here but he’s still rough around the edges, but he has a sweet spot for someone.

They enjoy a little sip of milk together..

Maybe pull in a little closer.  “It’s nice to graze her whiskers.” says Muffin.

Cats are supposed to be solitary, but I have learned by watching Muffin and Lilly.   They occasionally lay just close enough to one another to touch.  I don’t have a picture, so you’ll just have to trust me.   I’ve also seen her lick him.  Once.

Everyone needs someone, and I’m glad Muffin has found his Lilly.   She’s going to have surgery in a few days unless someone on Swinging Bridge Road reads this and claims her.

And of course, this one…the one that rides around in the truck with us now…is so interested in this whole affair.    River has not harmed the cats but if they run, he chases them and a terrible scolding ensues.    He’s learning.  Still, I think I heard him say…

He is such a spoiled rotten dog.