Walkers!

Now, most 'normal', civilized, God-fearing folks don't indulge in watching blood and gore, but I made the mistake of watching an episode of The Walking Dead, and then another and then another, and now I am hooked on this silly show.  Then again, I was always a fan of scary stuff, Halloween, scary movies, beginning back to the Vincent Price movies that were made in the 60s, I even taped an old movie the other day from the 30's called Vampyr.  I was addicted to Dark Shadows back in the day, with Barnabas Collins being my secret lover.  HA!  But, I do digress.   I thought of zombies this morning as I drove away from my spot on Second Street, where a few houses down from Paul's house is a bootleggers house.  There you see many people walk up, drive up, and knock on the side window to purchase their supplies for the morning - beer, cigarettes, and I am not sure what else they sell.  They've never bothered me - even if they are walking my way and ask for a dollar, or a cigarette, I just tell them what I do, and they then know who I am and don't bother asking.  I'm known to them as the Cat Lady, and they respect that.  I've known some really nice people years ago by meeting them this way, but I don't know where they've gone now.  Jail?  Rehab?  Not sure, but I hope they are doing well.

MILLY on Short Street

This morning was calm and bright!  The moon was as big as a beach ball.  I saw all the usual suspects, and then some.  Neck Wound Kitty, Tuffy, Milly, Red, Scratchy - the black kitty on Stout Street that gets so aroused knowing he is going to eat that he swipes at me.  I see five kittens each morning, each at different locations - well three at Baldwin, one at Garson, and one on Pennsylvania and Fourth.  I pray the Pennsylvania and Fourth kitten doesn't wind up pregnant, if she is a girl, until I am able to start trapping again.  Funds have been tight due to my own cats going into the vet.  Buster with her eye condition, Jack with his cough, and a trip to my vet with Wally's cat Larry - whom I rescued when he was very sick from Pennsylvania and Fourth, vetted and bribed Wally into caring for - he is FIV, but a sweet, mostly healthy kitty.  Yes, very expensive doctor visits for me these days.  Anyway, the other thing I wanted to mention - I do not know who went to my spot on Baldwin and Grand, got the calico kitten and had her spayed and returned her.  I can't imagine it would be the neighbors.  If any one has an inkling, let me know!  Believe me, its a blessing that someone is helping me, even secretly! 

Shelter on Pennsyl. & 4th

I need all the help I can get.  But what kind of help is something I need to contemplate on a bit further.  I have people asking me 'how can I help', and I don't have an answer because I am so narrow minded going out in the morning just making sure these cats have something to eat and shelter in a storm.  I can't see a big picture, so I need to focus on what needs to be done.  I do need help.  But what.

Have a great day!

"I'll never be perfect, but I can be better."