The Good, The Bad, and The Ugly

First off, to Debbie that wrote the comment on Friday, thank you.  I needed an eye misting this morning, and your comment allowed me just that.  My condolences to you on the loss of your beloved Uncle.  Life is so bittersweet....

The Ugly today was the weather.  Its wet, its humid, its miserable.  I could take it, if I didn't have the thickest, frizziest, untameable mange of hair that needs to be straightened by a hairdresser which costs a lot of money, for me, so I don't get it done that often, and when I do, it invariably rains the next day, which by then is a total loss of money for me.  But by far the worst of this weather is that it is miserable for the animals on the street.  They need shelter, and they get it under the most dirtiest porches around.  If you think going down the streets I do each day and seeing the filth on peoples lawns, imagine what under their porches look like.

The Bad is the kitty on Hayward.  I have mentioned before the huge wound on his neck.  I have just started to sneak Doxy in his food (thank you Julie for providing this - it has helped so many of my kitties) - I don't see him every day, but just about every other.  His wound is now travelling down the side of his body.  Its just one open raw wound.  He is constantly scratching at it.  Its terrible.  I don't know what to do.

The Good - I got Larry!!  Hooray!  Pulling up to his and Sparkles spot, I didn't see him.  I saw Sparkles come barrelling across the street to me, and as I looked around, as I do every time before I get out of the car at each of my spots, for my safety, there he was, across the road on someone's porch.  Just laying there.  I put food down on the porch for Sparkles,and slowly walked over to him.  I reached out with the tub of wet food I had and he didn't move.  I set the food down, he came to me, started to eat, and I walked back to my car, got the carrier out quietly, walked back over to him, got him by the scruff, and placed him in.  No struggle, no crying, no nothing.  He was SUCH a good boy.  He's a hot mess, but nothing that can't be fixed.  I applied an application of Revolution to him, and gave him some nice scratches.   He is in my bathroom now, safe, fed, high and dry, and one lucky little boy.  Here are some photos of him!  Prayers ANSWERED! 

The follies which we regret most in life are those which

we didn't commit when we had the opportunity.