We picked up Puca (pronounced pooka) this morning. He is so cute, but not as friendly as his sister. When I picked him up at the store, he hissed, bit, and scratched at me. He ran off and hid behind the the stack of trellis’. Fiesty little fur ball he is. I got him settled into my jacket, and he calmed down. After a couple errands we came home and put him up with Pyewacket. It was as if she said, “hey I know you, you are my family”. they tucked away under the bed together and there they were for a good part of the day.

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