12 thoughts on “No Room At The Inn

      • You remind me, my last Brooklyn cat, Gorgeous, huge alll white boy with one green one blue eye….when we lived at the horse ranch, I introduced him, with some considerable caution, to a pastured horse. They smelled each other, me holding Gorgeous up by the horse’s head, then both did that incredibly endearing thing cats do…bumped foreheads, all sweet-eyed and in love. The more Tzuri sees of these splendid and huge animals, the more comfortable she’ll get. It’s her first wild west experience. And then you can take her to the ropers.


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