Baseball Cat

Fulton is a serious Phillies fan. He's one of the five I looked after when their owners were on vacation. He's affectionate too, but you'd best pet him just as he likes, else he'll bite you.

Incidentally, this other little squirt, who I blipped a week ago, has been to the vet and she is disease-free, parasite free, and has tonight been adopted by a nice lady in the neighborhood. Her scroungy appearance was the result of flea infestation during her street life, which made her scratch herself severely till she had sores all over. Her temporary name is Freyja (after the Norse goddess) and she likes to sleep in friendly human arms.

All is well with the cats I know on Chestnut Street.