In the land of Goa, we visited a family friend who used to live in Canada and moved back to India when he retired from his job. He runs a family owned botanical garden and accommodation. The place is a … Continue reading
Guilty! Mr. Frenchie caught me red-handed taking a picture of his cat sitting on the window sill from the lawn. It was more like “who is that strange lady at the lawn taking a picture of my apartment?” I know; strange things do happen; stranger still when it’s me. Mr. Frenchie is kind enough to invite me in to see the cat. The minute the door opened, a cat bolted out to escape. A chase down the hall ensued, cats will be cats. I can’t really tell whether this is his cat or the nameless one. Both of them have the same gray fur. If you have a cat, what is the first thing they do when you come home? Meow, feed me, please. This is exactly what the nameless one did. As a good foster human Mr. Frenchie is, he obliged. Apparently, this is the nameless one, and he named her Nymeria. Akayle is his original cat. As for Mr. Pig, Mr. Frenchie has asked him should he wish to take the cat back, he is more than welcome. It’s his cat in the first place. Apparently, he has not responded Mr. Frenchie’s kind offer. I hope Mr. Pig will not reclaim Nymeria for she is so happily settling down with him and her sister, Akayle. I’ve never seen a human male who loves cats so much as Mr. Frenchie. I hope this will be the beginning of a beautiful relationship, especially for Akeyla. Purr~fect. Our Cat prayers are answered. Pictures through the courtesy of Mr. Frenchie. Thank you, Lord, for sending Mr. Frenchie.