Friday morning upon leaving to have breakfast with Jamie and Lori, there stood outside my front door a kitten, not but maybe 8 weeks old. It followed me down the stairs and to my car. I didn't think much about it. That evening, I picked Tim up, and we ran a few errands, ate, then came here to hang out for a little while. While we were out and about, I told him about this kitten, and that he wasn't hanging around the door when I got home from school. Well, low and behold, there it was when I returned from dinner with him. He immediately looked at it, determined it had no fleas, and he started to feed it cat food. (I tried to deter him, since two cats are enough!) In case you don't know, he has a very soft heart for animals. This kitten has since been named, and I fear it's here to stay. He named him Sylvester. He is cute, and quite a playful thing. George and Lola are tolerating him, George more so. If you know of somebody who wants a kitten, let me know.
All eyes are on the Gulf. Hurricane Ike, I have two words for you....
Go away!
Hope everybody has an awesome week!
Sunday, September 7, 2008
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