His name has been Milo for 14 years. Surely it’s unfair to change it. OK, I won’t change it then – officially. I just call him Bruce. He seems to be ok with it.
Bruce Milo has been doing well. Ever so slowly he’s getting used to the dogs. He sleeps beside Tuffy P’s head. He’s been going out some and he sticks close to home.
Milo is a senior cat who has had outdoor privileges for a long time. He’s been with us a few weeks now, and this afternoon he demanded I let him out. He rubbed against me, ran to the door, scratched the door and meowed. I let him out, and the first thing he did was enjoy a little grass in the garden – before disappearing. A couple hours later, he reappeared and joined me on the porch (I was practicing the banjo at the time).
Meet Milo. This lad was in need of a home so we’ve created a vacancy. Our house is a big change for Milo but he’s doing well. He’s getting along just fine with the other cats – but so far he’s keeping his distance from George and Memphis. They must seem like giants to him. Milo is an affectionate boy with a very steady personality. He’ll need a little time to cope with the dogs, but I think he’s going to fit into the menagerie very well.