Wilson has come to live at my house.

[murielm99]

He is my daughter's cat. We have not had a house cat since Claudia died last spring.

Wilson is a nice tabby who was found wandering on the street near her apartment, when he was about half grown. She adopted him.

We have a dog, but our dog is indifferent to cats.

Wilson is mad. He is under the bed upstairs, and he hisses when I look at him. He comes out to eat, when no one is looking.

I hope he comes out to play someday.

Wilson is only visiting. When my daughter gets settled in Toronto with her husband, he will go to live with them.

[murielm99]

2. Yes.

My daughter has an interesting sense of humor. Wilson was her only roommate for a long time.

[murielm99]

3. Wilson the cat is now sleeping on the bed,

not under it. We are making progress.

I still think I would go out and buy a hazmat suit before I tried to touch him. Those claws could kill.