Poor Rusty and Dusty.

Every morning when they can, Dusty and Rusty like to find a nice, sunny spot to warm up.

I feel so sorry for Dusty and Rusty. They were dumped here with their mother when they were young. We have fed them and given them a home ever since. They have lived their entire lives right around the front of the garage. They love to be petted, and Rusty purrs all the time. But they’re still skittish, and Smokey and Sylvester constantly torment them. They act like they want to come in, but they’re afraid. Dusty came in the front door once, went down the stairs, checked out the basement, then came upstairs and went right back out. He’s never been back inside. Rusty sits at the front and stares through the storm door, but she has never come in. It’s too bad they aren’t more like Chloe. She gets to sleep on our bed in the winter and she gets to come and go as she pleases.