That's about the correct phrase. You don't get a cat, they move in. Always clear who's in control therePFVA wrote:7 years ago today he moved in.
Around new year's eve we moved into an old, run-down cottage. And right in the middle of rebuilding and moving we found a black, very hungry, very desperate cat, trying to dig something to eat out of our wheelie bin, already being attacked by the neighbour's cat defending his territory. We took him (the stray) inside and despite my cat allergies and moving chaos decided to keep him. We looked everywhere if someone was missing a cat matching his description and never found anything, so we took him with us to the new house.
He quickly recovered, despite apparently being a couple years old already and having some minor ailments, and became quite a character, a good cross between total cutie (if he wants something), blood-thirsty hunter (while watching us eating, mainly) and pissed-off diva, short, a proper cat

















