I have a bone to pick with Brynn's foster mom Pat.
Uhhm Pat...you know I wanted to adopt a border collie right? One of those cute little border collies from the rancher in Klamath Falls, OR.
Well, I don't think that is what I got.
I am on to you...somewhere some how you did a switcheroo and gave me a Miss Kitty.
I mean, like, what self respecting Border Collie climbs up on the window ledge to bask in the sun?
Oh what a pretty kitty you are Brynn.
I am not familiar with your breed though, must be one of those obscure Scottish breeds. Perhaps a Scottish Fold?
You have the folded ears but the nose isn't quite right.
The fact she was doing this to harass poor Ranger who was sitting in the whiskey barrel under the window begging to get in - means absolutely nothing.
Meow, Ranger, you are outside, I am inside where I can look down on your inferior pathetic face.
Meow...purrrrrrrr....meow...(pet me mom)...purrrrr....
Like any self respecting kitty, Brynn has a wee bit of an evil streak - but you would never know it to look at this innocent little face
Be Careful What You Wish For
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