|Hobo, last weekend|
I so wish I could sweep him into my arms and muwa, muwa, muwa on that boy, but he's never allowed any touching. Since he's 'living' with someone else, I guess I just have to visit from the other side of the fence, and send warm, loving thoughts as the temps begin to drop.
|Hobo, when I was his mama|
As much as I love my Patty O'Malley, Hobo will always reign in my heart, and I hope to stay in touch with him, even if it means being a weird stalker cat lady to the guy who feeds him now.