This is Duke.
We rescued him from a hunting dog named Red ( I couldn’t make that up if I tried). And yes, I am from the southern United States.
Red thought he was a toy or maybe a squirrel to be played with, and the boys and I just happened to come across the two of them while it was all going down. I didn’t intend on being a cat owner, but here I am eight months later, and Duke has a pretty cushy life in our home.
He likes to sleep as you can see from the picture below.
He likes to chase flies hence the intense stare toward the ceiling in this picture.
And he loves to aggravate our little Morkie, Zack. And sometimes he just crawls in Zack’s kennel (which Zack never sleeps in), while Zack sleeps on the floor beside him.
I just want to go on record saying that life hasn’t been the same since Duke entered our lives, but we wouldn’t have it any other way. Well, Zack might if he was given the choice.
Until Next Time,
Judith W. Nicholson