And another one's gone . . . . . .

Well, seems like the kitty I was expecting to bury soon, has also gone to kitty heaven. I can't find him anywhere though -- here's hoping he crawled off under a neighbor's bush to die, not somewhere here on my property -- BTDT! This one was Inky. He was funny because we (and by we, I mean Tim this time) had just buried a cat, bringing the herd down to the 3 that were actually our pets - no strays - at the time. That afternoon he says "Now don't drag home anymore cats! We have all we need" or some such crap. I said that I don't drag them home, they just show up, people dump them.

Not 3 hours later, I kid you not! This small, scrawny, long haired black cat crawls out from under the deck! I saw that and just laughed. Turns out God has a sense of humor too ;0) Inky was never really robust or healthy. I kinda knew it wasn't going to be a long and happy life with us, but you hate to see them go anyway.

So now we have Rascal & Georgie, brother and sister; and Little Bitty or Tigger as the kids call him, a runt that showed up on our porch one day. I need to take him to the cheap vet and get him fixed, then all of ours are taken care of. . . . . . . 'till the next one gets dumped . . . . .and you KNOW it will happen, it always does!