Cleo
I had spent the past day and a half making Luna as comfortable as possible. She had a bed, toys, treats, a litter box and pink dishes for her water and food. She seemed more interested in the bags and boxes than anything else. But she knew what a litter box was at least; she used it as soon as I poured fresh litter.
“Maybe after the two weeks is up, we can get you a nice tall cat tower for your favorite window?” I told the sweet bundle of fur in my lap. “Then you can combine your love of climbing and laying in the sun.”
Luna lifted her head and purred loudly; slowly blinking her eyes at me. I took that as a yes so, I started searching online. Duncan came through the door and smiled at us. I was on the couch with my legs stretched out and Luna nestled comfortably above my k
