The Cat's Pajamas!

Now, this is really weird.  I found a 6-8 week old kitten today.  Literally.  Not weight wise, but a real kitten.  Haven't written for a while, because I went out of town without my computer, and haven't had time to catch up.  So, I weighed this little thing, and guess what...it weighs 1.4 pounds.  Exactly what I lost at weight watchers this week. 

So, not a chihuahua, but another sign?  Guess it was good that I didn't stop at the drive through for that hamburger I've been craving (Actually thought about it, but resisted the impulse).  Now, what am I going to do with another cat????  It is locked up in my bathroom right now, temporary litter box at the ready.  It's already climbed up the door, hanging on my robe on the hook at the back of the door.  The three-too-many cats that I already own are going crazy in the rest of the house. 

Friendly little thing, acting like it is starving.  Someone must have just dumped it.  I tried to get it to run back to whomever it might belong to, but it kept circling around my legs an meowing a pathetic little cry.  Too friendly to be one of our wild ones out here.  Destined to be road kill  or coyote bait if left out to fend for itself.

So who wants a kitten????  It's so adorable, but I absolutely cannot keep it.   Helppppp!!!!

¡Ay, Caramba!

Ok Daddy, you must have sent the Chihuahuas.  I know you always wanted the best for us kids, and nurtured us  so we would all grow up to be “productive” adults.  So now you must still be sending messages.  You really must want me to get in shape.

As I drove into my driveway after visiting you today at Riverside National Cemetery, there was a pack of Chihuahuas darting about the yard.  Really!  I’d never seen such a thing!   As I got out of my car, three of them ran around behind the garage and five more ran away down the drive.  I whistled and called to them, and they all came running back, each stopping a few feet away, yipping and yapping at me.  I grabbed my cell phone and called my neighbors, thinking they might know where they came from!  Stupid me, I should have taken a picture with it!  The pups managed to stick around long enough to share some leftovers from my fridge.

OK, I get the message.  I’ll keep losing Chihuahuas.  Eight times approximately five pounds each is 40 pounds.  I need to lose more than that.  But, I’m glad you only sent eight!

Just don’t send any thing bigger.  I don’t think I could handle a pack of Great Danes!