Bored
I have 2 hours left and haven't even talked to 20 people. This is why I hate working on Sundays, plus I'm missing football. Boo!
Front Porch Kitty is no longer with us. Somebody came by Tuesday and picked her up. I'm kind of sad, but at least she's in a better home and away from her owners. It was too funny, because the crazy woman and her grandson (who's petrified of mom) came by yesterday wanting know if we've seen her. Like the good Samaritans that we are, we were shocked that she hasn't been seen and that, of. Purse, we would keep a look out for her and tell them if she shows back up. Yeah, tough shit, old woman. If you cared about your beloved cat as much as you claimed, the why were taking care of her for the last 6+ months? And even when she did have the cat, guess who would be standing outside on hind legs, ready to be fed? In don't feel the least bit sorry for her.
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