I would say it's plausable. I have 5. Two males, three females, Minnie Kitty, quite old matriarch of the clan. Then there's The Bitche's ( Itty
Bitty Kitty & Gracie) a mother daughter combo, both are weird,weird,weird.
The there's Sampson, a fine red long haired male, ( only one with a working tool) did'nt have the heart. He's the hunter of the clan. Rabbitts don't
stand a chance around our garden.
And last but not least in my clan of the felines is Fat Boy, Big black & white Manx. This cat acts like a dog! It's simply more dog like than cat
like. It is my ever constant companion when I'm at home. If I go to the garden to weed, Fat Boy weeds too. If I wash the truck, Fat Boys walkin all
over it. I had an old weeny dog that was this cat's best friend, I had to put Scrappy down last July 1st. I had that dog for 16 years, the last year
of his life he spent in a wheelchair as he had lost the use of his hind legs.
I built him a wheel chair and he took right off, with Fat Boy in tow, walk the dog , the cats makin circles around the wheel chair. They were allways
together. Sorry to get long winded, but I need to finish this story before I can't.
The night before the day I took Scrappy for his ending, Fat Boy was beside himself, he walked this house meowing all night, I mean alll night. That
morning he was ever present as I got Scrappy ready for that last ride.
I pre-dug Scraps grave, with the help of Fat Boy. We had a meal of Scraps favorite food, fried hotdogs. Then we left and did the deed. I came home to
bury my dog, Fat Boy sat by that dogs body and never moved. I could swear that cat was crying. I ready my old dog for his final resting spot along
with that cat. We both covered the body. Fat Boy sat out there for the biggest portion of the day, just laying beside that dogs grave. He knew what
was going on just as well as I did. He had lost his friend, and it hurt.
It took him a few weeks to get back to his normal self, but I kid you not, till this very day, when Fat Boy is let outside he heads straight for that
dogs grave. He'll mill around it a couple of times and then he's off to being Fat Boy. I don't know about them being aliens, but they are damn sure
good friends that love you with out question, and brighten up your day... We miss you Scappy we think of you every day.
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