My sister Karen's cat Charlie, moved in with them a few years ago. They didn't choose Charlie, he chose them. It was winter and Charlie kept coming around their door; he seemed to have no home. After a few days, they started to feed him, outside. Then it was cold so they let him camp overnight in the garage but soon he was coming in every night. They couldn't let him in the house because of her other sick old cat...but good old persistant Charlie kept hanging around and eventually even sick old cat got used to him. Then sick old cat went to kitty heaven and Charlie finally became top cat for a while and took over Old Boots position on the sofa. Then Cinder came and I think I have blogged about this before.
Charlie likes to find warm pleasant 
places in the sun to relax in...and here he found one. He had to tip toe though the tulips to find exactly the right spot to lie in.
He is snoozing in her front garden where he can keep an eye on the house and the street while catching some warm rays.
From his sunny bed, Charlie also has a pretty good view of the tree and the birds who visit but for some reason do not care to hang around very long.
Perhaps they will get used to him too...just like everyone else at Karen's house did.
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