Threesomes

Yesterday afternoon I raced home from work to give the little dirtbags a bath.  Whew!  They were DIRTY.  And full of fleas.  I had them in my porcelain filled bathroom so there wasn't too much clean up as far as throwing anything in the wash that may have had the dirt/fleas on it.  They were fluffy and sweet smelling by the evening.   I am once again having problems with downloading pictures on my camera, but got the sweetest picture of the two kittens curled up in the sink together, so tomorrow I should have that posted.  In the meantime, I posted their pictures late yesterday on this blog.  I hope you take a look.  They are adorable.

I also took more pictures this morning of some of the sweet adult cats that need adoption, and will include those tomorrow.  I spoke with three shelters yesterday asking if they could take these kittens and the momma, and was turned down due to their own overcrowding.  I am starting to panic thinking I won't be able to find them a home, or at least even a foster home.  I cannot keep them.  I don't know what I will do.

I forgot to mention, I was able to finally play a round of golf on Saturday.  Guess who I brought with me?  Wally!  If any of you have been following my posts, I befriended Wally last year because he was friends with Miss B., the down and out woman I met through feeding cats on Grand Avenue.  She was evicted and spent several months in a women's shelter.  I have had many friends help me out with clothes and furniture donations for Wally and Miss B., since she got her own place this past spring.  I have been 'helping' Wally out since.  He moved from Grand into a slightly better part of the inner city, just around the corner from where he was.  I bring him food occasionally, supply him with DVD's occasionally, as he doesn't have cable on his postage sized television.  Did I mention Wally is blind in one eye?  He was shot with a paintball by a group of kids years ago and lost his sight in one eye.  Wally also adopted my Larry, who I rescued months ago from Pennsylvania Avenue after seeing him so sick and infested with mites in his ears.  Anyways, I thought it would be nice to get him out of the hood and spend time in a peaceful, quiet environment.   Tee time was for 7 am. and just as he promised, Wally was ready for pickup at 6:15.  Well, we had fun, we saw herons, we had laughs over my shots which were rusty since I haven't played in a while, and we enjoyed the peace and serenity of the golf course. 

Later that day, Wally called and left a message to ask how my blister was doing - I need new golf shoes - that he had a great time, and just before he hung up, he said "by the way, Larry says HI".  I got a real kick out of that.  He may not be like me, holding, mauling and kissing my babies, but I know he has developed a type of love for that cat.  Thats a great thing to know.  I am sure Larry appreciates him too.

"Three grand essentials to happiness in this life are something to do, something to love, and something to hope for."