When Gary's aunt went into the nursing home, he took charge of the farm in Illinois, but that also meant taking care of her two cats, Mommy and Lily, who had been living in a chicken coop. Shirley never let them out and would never allow them to come into the house, but I know my Gary.
First he made the two cats more comfortable in that coop. He put in bedding, a nice cat box and started spoiling them with canned cat food. He let them out during the day so they could explore the farm.
Mommy fell for his charms right away, following him around purring with the strangest chortling purr I'd ever heard. Soon she worked her way into the farmhouse. She looked around as if she'd been there before and maybe she was, back when Gary's uncle George was there, thirteen years before. He died soon after the two came to the farm. Gary took to calling Mommy "Mama Pajama".
Lily was not as friendly as Mama Pajama. She didn't exactly hiss at Gary, she never got that close. She still is skittish but she follows her mother's lead.
Gary let the cats out of the coop during the day, but at night they went back into the coop. Gary gave them bottles filled with hot water in their beds as the nights turned colder but he worried about them. He began to work on the enclosed porch on the south side of the house.
When Gary finally coaxed Mama Pajama into the enclosed porch, Lily agreed to it. No longer do they stay in the cold chicken coop. They have good food, clean kitty litter and at night their own electric heater. During the day, they come into the house and wander around. Mama Pajama sits on his lap. Lily still stays out of his reach but my money is on Gary. He'll win her over.
First he made the two cats more comfortable in that coop. He put in bedding, a nice cat box and started spoiling them with canned cat food. He let them out during the day so they could explore the farm.
Mommy fell for his charms right away, following him around purring with the strangest chortling purr I'd ever heard. Soon she worked her way into the farmhouse. She looked around as if she'd been there before and maybe she was, back when Gary's uncle George was there, thirteen years before. He died soon after the two came to the farm. Gary took to calling Mommy "Mama Pajama".
Lily was not as friendly as Mama Pajama. She didn't exactly hiss at Gary, she never got that close. She still is skittish but she follows her mother's lead.
Gary let the cats out of the coop during the day, but at night they went back into the coop. Gary gave them bottles filled with hot water in their beds as the nights turned colder but he worried about them. He began to work on the enclosed porch on the south side of the house.
When Gary finally coaxed Mama Pajama into the enclosed porch, Lily agreed to it. No longer do they stay in the cold chicken coop. They have good food, clean kitty litter and at night their own electric heater. During the day, they come into the house and wander around. Mama Pajama sits on his lap. Lily still stays out of his reach but my money is on Gary. He'll win her over.
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