That, That cat, That cat!!!!

This is Daisy, or better known around here as "that cat." Vince has a love/hate relationship with this gorgeous little fur ball. We actually bought her 19 years ago, then about 6 years ago we gave her to my son-in-laws parents and a 2 years ago she disappeared. We all thought she had either died or been killed. Well then a year ago they pulled up in their driveway (it was at night) and they opened the car door and hear "MEOW." They shut the doors looked at each other and said "you don't think, no it can't be." Well it was and it just so happened they were moving and couldn't keep her but I had been wanting another cat so I dashed over and brought her home. She was so skinny. Well now she's a fat cat. The only problem is she poops where Vince doesn't want her to poop. She started under the deck so he fenced that off, then she went in the finished compost so he covered that, now she's going in the gravel walkways in the garden. All this wouldn't be so bad except the dog just happens to like kitty candy a lot. So as he passes Daisy where ever she is I always hear him saying "that cat." Bottom line is, he loves that cat and will miss that cat when she's gone.