The Crazy Cat Lady

A few days ago, I took in a kitten that I found sitting dumbly in the middle of the round. If I hadn't come by, someone else probably would have hit him. The shelter was closed so I took him home and kept him in one of my large dog crates. (It seems that I use them more for housing stray cats than for housing my own dogs) By Monday, there was no way he was going to the shelter.

It's like there is this unspoken rule that we can never have less than four cats in our house. After Whiskey passed away from a stomach tumor, my sister found a kitten outside her condo. He became Mr. Beefy. After Maggie passed away, also from a stomach tumor, (must be something in the water) I found this kitten. My intentions were to just keep him until the shelter could take him in, but he fell asleep on my lap on the drive home. I felt as though this kitten trusted me and I couldn't forsake his trust. Besides, Mr. Beefy needs someone to play with.

So now I have two cats (four including my mom's cats) and two dogs. There is no way someone is going to rent to me now.

Of course, taking in a cat that has not been fixed or de-clawed means that I am going to have to come up with some money quick. I am going to have to lower my standards even more . . . though I thought Soupley's was at the bottom.

Well, time to start thinking of names that complement Mr. Beefy.