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Well, the Cat Total has jumped up to seven at my place with a couple of new rescues coming in yesterday. My friend Gary works at the vet’s next door, and someone bought in some feral kittens. There were four, but she kept two and I think she’s planning on catching the mother cat too, and getting her spayed. It’s heartening, that. I don’t blame her for not keeping these two either, because apparently the cat total at her place is now six. I win! Haha… Rather than these littluns getting euthanised, Gary and I took on the job of socializing them for new homes. Unless, of course, we happen to fall in love with them first… *cough* They are soo cute…. Well, of course they are. They’re kittens. Duh. But squee!! How many is too many, I wonder? Technically, of the five cats that live here fulltime, two are ‘mine’ (in that they’ll come with me when I leave), two are Gary’s and one is my sister’s.
Oh, Cheyenne the Wonder Dog is now legally mine too. I don’t know if I’ve recounted the saga here or not, but basically, the dog was thrown over a fence into a backyard, which happened to belong to a woman that worked with my sister. She bestowed the dog on my sister, but since then Mark and I have been looking after here. My sister occasionally took her for walks or gave her treats, but we fed and watered her, and she slept with us, and hung out with us… and my sister really isn’t the kind of person I would want to subject Chey to long-term, so I kind of went and registered her in my name, had a bit of a conversation with my sis about the fact that I considered her ‘my’ dog and I’d like her to leave her be… slight fireworks ensued… but I really think it’s entirely for the best. I’m much more comfy with the situation now. I think Chey is too.
So my family unit now consists of Mark, Chey, Tex, Missie and the Rat-Man. Oh, and me. I like it. I’m looking forward to when we can have our own cute little house. Squeeee! Cuteness!!!
Oh, Cheyenne the Wonder Dog is now legally mine too. I don’t know if I’ve recounted the saga here or not, but basically, the dog was thrown over a fence into a backyard, which happened to belong to a woman that worked with my sister. She bestowed the dog on my sister, but since then Mark and I have been looking after here. My sister occasionally took her for walks or gave her treats, but we fed and watered her, and she slept with us, and hung out with us… and my sister really isn’t the kind of person I would want to subject Chey to long-term, so I kind of went and registered her in my name, had a bit of a conversation with my sis about the fact that I considered her ‘my’ dog and I’d like her to leave her be… slight fireworks ensued… but I really think it’s entirely for the best. I’m much more comfy with the situation now. I think Chey is too.
So my family unit now consists of Mark, Chey, Tex, Missie and the Rat-Man. Oh, and me. I like it. I’m looking forward to when we can have our own cute little house. Squeeee! Cuteness!!!