You see him in your backyard one day. He seems hungry. You put out some food and water. He cautiously approaches as you go back inside. The ritual begins, with him getting a little bolder every day. Soon enough, you’re pals. One day, you throw open the door, and he takes a timid step inside. Sirius Black has a forever home.
You give him nourishment and toys, couches to nap on, a bed to sleep on, and he becomes a part of your family.
He’s a large fella, in excess of 20 pounds, with big paws and claws, but never once does he bite or scratch anyone. He’s a sweetheart.
And then a few days ago, you’re casually walking through your living room, and this is what you see:
And I bet you anything if I look under the couch, I’ll find a tiny MAGA hat.
(If anyone’s wondering why my black cat is sporting an orange toupee…The other night I was brushing our other cat, an orange tabby – the dude in my avatar – and the wife and I just couldn’t resist.)
