Biskit

Meet Biskit

In March of 2013 there was a late snow.  We opened the front door that morning and sitting on the front porch was a handsome orange cat.  Large, wet flakes of snow were busily melting on his fur while his beautiful imploring eyes stared up at us.  We said hello, and got a bowl of dry cat food and some water. We did not invite him in.  Every time we looked out he was looking in wistfully.  We finally opened the door and he came into the house as if he owned it.