When I was a little girl, strays would occasionally follow me home, (with a little bit of encouragement, to be honest) and I never had to worry what my mother would say. She always fed the cat immediately and told me we'd have to see what Daddy said.
When Daddy came home, the cat would take over, as if she knew he would make the final decision. It would wrap around his legs and then jump on his lap, and purr itself to sleep. I got to keep every one that ever followed me! Smart animals!
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A dog, I have always said, is prose; a cat is a poem. ~Jean Burden