Anyway...it's really close to Christmas and I'm not ready and I'm stressing a bit and there is so much to do so I'm feeling a little peckish. To add to all the glory, I've run out of cat. Which is kind of like running out of nutmeg but instead of not being able to enjoy a tasty eggnog, I've got this....
We happen to live one of those roads that is a little bit from town. Our house is hidden by trees and it seems it is a perfect spot for dropping unwanted cats. In the past when we have run out of cat, we have just waited and another shows up. This may seem a bit callous to you kitty lovers out there, but be assured that the kitty we take in is spayed/neutered and vaccinated (sometimes not on time, but nonetheless). I try to catch all the extra kitties and take them to the shelter. Well it seems my bitching and moaning about the irresponsible kitty droppers has taken hold and we have no more kitties. Our last little foundling, Precious,disappeared about a month ago and she is sorely missed. So if a kitty doesn't show up soon, we will be buried in mouse poop and that is just gross.
Smiles from the (kitty missin') farm,