“Willie Nelson” Is Living In My Garage

Willie Nelson is living in my garage and he poo’d on my rug and I am not too happy about that. This Willie Nelson, I must tell you, is an adolescent cat, a straggler, drifter, a vagabond.

Willie happened prior to the snow/ice storm activity as we were cleaning out my car in the driveway. Steven was carrying things inside when he heard it. . the ever so soft “meow”.

Now, inside our home are two blood hungry snarling beast dogs. . actually they are Labrador Retrievers.  But, to this little fluff ball those two dogs spell imminent doom. Anything fluffy and fast is too appealing to not chase up a tree. I have unfortunately seen what happens when fluffy doesn’t make it in a hole or tree or hiding spot. . and that poor slow piece of fluffy was a skunk that Katie brought home to me as a prize. And I carried the smell to work with me for a couple days. . peeee UUUUU!

For fear of Willie becoming a fluff-scicle in below freezing weather, we made him a “temporary” home in our garage. Well, Willie is still there, in the garage. Thankfully he has learned to poo in the box and he goes outside and plays during nice weather. Drake has even had some supervised visits with Willie.

Everytime I see a lost cat sign, I look closely and hope I can reunite him with his owner. . or maybe gift them with a new family member. . Willie could be “on the road again”.