Small Eowyn update: nothing. Tomorrow will be the three week mark and... I really don't know what to think. I do know I'm not giving up, I'd never give up. I'm going to call the shelter again today to see if anyone has turned in any new cats. Last night I had a good sob fest, it made me feel better, but it still feels like I have this weight in my stomach that won't go away.
I started cleaning out the shed yesterday and found a dead squirrel. I just kinda screamed and slammed the door. Mum's removed it and so I can continue with the sorting ect.
And now for some happier things:
Untagged J2 dorkiness thanks to
moonilicious:
And new Milo (if anyone can get these un-watermarked that would be awesome):
I think that last one is a new favourite. :)