|"What's all the fuss about?"|
It happened in a blink.
The PO'M was at the back door, and it was raining.
I opened the door, knelt, and gave him head scritches. He inched closer, then closer.
When Paddy got his front feet inside, I threw caution to the wind, and pulled him inside.
Picking him up in my arms, I walked through the house, up the stairs, and into the closed off former kitchen area of Sweetie's apartment.
Yes, Paddy O'Malley is INSIDE!
Unplanned, unexpected, and mind-boggling.
He's eating, drinking and using the litter box.
He'll stay sequestered until he sees the veterinarian.
I am chuffed!