The Cat Came Back

A few months ago we adopted a cat from the animal shelter.

While the kids and I loved this cat, who is very sweet, fat, and well-mannered, he and my husband didn't get along. So after several months, I tearfully and guiltily took the cat back. I felt like such a bad mom.

But my husband was happier, and that's all that really mattered.

Saturday morning at 5 a.m., the cat came back.

Either he escaped the animal shelter, or someone adopted him and he found his way back to our house.

Now I feel even worse because this cat thinks we are his family. He thinks this is his house. Today I get to do the fun task of taking the cat back--again.

Sigh.

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