#there’s a story behind this video #it’s not her cat it’s her neighbors cat that visits a lot and is determined to live with her
The story of Margaret is my favourite thing ever!! I met my best friend Margaret in October 2015, when I was waiting at the bus stop and she crossed the road to come and say hello to me. She looked both ways as she crossed the road, because she is very knowledgeable about traffic safety. I also filmed her, because I love her. She sat and waited for my bus with me for about 10 minutes and we became best friends.
The next time I saw her was in December, when I was walking home. It was nearly midnight and it was raining, but she was sitting on her driveway and came and said hello. I was on the phone to my boyfriend and basically ignored him. Soz. Margaret looks very aloof here, but she’s just embarrassed because she’s so wet.
From then on, Margaret would come and say hello to me whenever I walked past, and she would do some GREAT ROLLS, A+ fabulous work!!
After a few months of that, she started following me to my driveway and then waiting at the end of my drive until I’d gone inside. She’d be a great prom date.
Now, before I continue with this story, there are some things you need to know about Margaret. She is very very old; she can’t run and has to trot slowly. She is very scabby and gross, and always dirty because she likes to roll around. One time, as she was following me down the street, I heard a kid say “mum, that’s the cat again!” and his mum said “don’t touch him, he’s dirty.” Margaret does not get a lot of love when she’s outside. I’m sure her owners give her squishes and steak, but a lot of my neighbours just think she’s gross. I think that’s why she’s got so attached to me, because I’m willing to spend 20 minutes giving her pats and scratches (even though I have to disinfect my hands afterwards).
Look at this beautiful face!! How could you not want to boop that nose??
Anyway, after a couple of weeks of sitting on my drive, it progressed to this:
All of those photos were taken on different days, because she is a stalker. Unfortunately, there’s no way she can ever come inside my house because my own cat would probably eat her for breakfast (he’s done worse to postmen for less) but I’m sure she’ll keep trying.
Also, I have no idea what her name is. I just named her Margaret because she’s old. I’m also about 80% sure that she’s a boy. She’ll always be Margaret to me, though.
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