I have a cat in the house. I don't know if I have ever told anyone that before. Not that I'm ashamed of her or anything. She is just a ghost cat. We never see her unless her food dish is empty. She was given to me by my dad. Abandoned before she was weaned and almost dead from flea infestation. I bottle fed her for weeks and then she got ringworm and had to be quarantined. I had to bathe her every few days and put medi on her. This was all when she was just a tiny kitten. I guess I understand why she stays hid most of the time. Anyway here is Chessie The Fuzz Ball, she is getting close to 10 years old. She bites if you try to pet her.
I don't know why I keep her, habit I guess