My Cat Thistle

Thistle came into our lives in a rather interesting manner. We looked out the back window and there he was lying under the patio on a chair cushion all rolled up in a little ball. It was the end of March and frankly the weather was still a little chilly, but clearly the little guy must belong to someone.  We wanted to make sure he was warm and fed so he ended up with a pillow and some food . Sometimes he would leave and we would worry about him until he returned, which he did several times. Then the day came when he left for a few consecutive days and we felt panicked that something had happened to him.

Here is my cousin Wallie. He has a bit of an attitude problem.

Here is my little brother Thistle being lazy, so typical.