Where do the weekends go? They fly by so quickly. The older you get, the faster time goes. Sad, but very true. I have moments, and I call them moments because they are so brief, on the weekends where I can just sit and think, but then again my mind races to all the things I should have done last week, and put them on my to do for the following week, and things I should be doing while I am sitting there thinking, that I get up and don't take that very much needed time for just ME. I sit and look around and think I should be doing this and I should be doing that. Its ALWAYS something.
Saturday morning I rescued a little boy cat, we will call him a TWEEN - I am very bad at guessing ages - he is another from Miss B's old house's corner, and I have yet to name him! I am attaching a few pictures of him. Very very cute. Very very playful and affectionate. You will be hearing more of him once I name him!
This morning I was very disappointed. At my first stop, I had placed an old cat carrier with a blanket inside on the porch of this vacant house. Each morning I've pulled up there are three little kittens inside it sleeping. They hear my car, I can see them come out, stretch, and go off to watch me from a distance. I feel inside the little hut and its warm where they've been sleeping. This morning, I pulled up, and everything was gone, except the paper plates and water bowl. Sad. Really. Why would someone want to do that? I need shelters very much. If anyone knows of any old cat carriers that may be in bad shape, they are in good enough shape for me. I will take them. If anyone has any old plastic storage bins, I will take those. As you can see, sometimes they are taken, I am always in need of little shelters for the cats. .
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