She hangs out in our sun room. (Yes, that's Oreo's bed. Oreo gave it to her.)
Apparantly, right before we moved here. The neighbors beside us moved out in the middle of the night and left their two cats. Sad, huh. Another neighbor of ours that lives about eight houses down from us, rides his bike over every morning and puts out a big bowl of dried cat food for them. They live outside now.
But about 5 weeks ago, when the temperature hit 39 degrees outside. We heard this cat meowing at the door. It was very sad to hear. Then add to that a 12 year old girl sobbing and begging me not to let the cat die a slow horrible, miserable, death.
I mean, really, what was I to do ??? Butterscotch isn't allowed into the rest of the house. She's perfectly content in the sunroom with the bed and an occassional scratch behind the ear.
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