Nameless

My Cat. Not because I want it, but because it chooses to stay. When Ben and I moved into our new home, we quickly figured out that this cat also lives here. We don't feed it, but it chooses to stay anyway. It spends most of its days laying on the picnic table on the deck or sitting in the kitchen window (on the outside)... It meows up a storm when I cook and watches me wash dishes. Sometimes it does get quite annoying, but I have begun to enjoy the company during my days here at the house alone, at least when I wash dishes there is someone else there with me. Best of all the cat makes a good photography subject :P

 

Maybe I should give it a name?