One Cat Short of C-R-A-Z-Y!!!!!!

When I came across this little sign at Goodwill last week, I just had to have it.

Yea - I am now officially, irrevocably, undoubtedly, one cat short of crazy!

Sometimes, I think we have a revolving door for pets around here. Ours, others, and those needing homes.

At any rate, Tripod, who I wrote about here, is now in a forever home that is far better for him than here. We saved him from being euthanized. We rehabilitated him, but he was not happy here. He did not quite fit in with our dogs, and he needed more attention than we could give him over his hopefully long life.

After having recently found homes for a few other animals besides Tripod - remember - I have a revolving door for pets around here. Ours, others, and those needing homes . . . I was feeling good about the lowering pet population.

And then, after a semi-flood one day, Hayden brought home a four week old kitten. 'Twas nearly drowned. It had fleas. It could not even eat or suck on a dropper.

Hayden found it on his way to work that morning. (We had a period of rain - rain - and more rainy rain this past spring.) As the gate opened for him to drive into work, a cardboard box fell off the post into the path of his truck. Worried that whatever was inside might damage his tires, he got out in the rain and opened the box.