Case in point, I went to visit my teacher friend Kimber two weeks ago and she asked me if I wanted a kitten. People think that if you have a "slight" tendency to rescue things that you are open to any and all rescue opportunities. Like I'm a super hero or something. As a matter of fact, they rely on you to be the one to act and therefore don't act themselves.
Of course I told her, "NO I don't want a kitten (lie)!" And of course, I didn't leave it at that. I started asking questions.
"Where is the kitten?" I asked. She informs me she was jogging in the back of Rockport Country Club and stopped at one of the greens to look in a water hazard for frogs. In the tall grass along the water's edge she saw a small kitten rustling about. She said it was young. "HOW young?" I queried. Pretty young was her response. So I made her show me with her hands. She made a shape about the size of a biscuit. Then she added, "I just don't want it to get eaten by an alligator.
THAT'S IT, I'm ON the CASE! Ladies and gentlemen, there is a sucker born every minute, and I AM that sucker.
I arrived at the appropriate green and saw something moving back in to the grass. When I got out of my car there were some old geezers in plaid pants trying to sink their putts, OBLIVIOUS to the wild screaming of a kitten in distress. I walked over to where the little one was hiding and asked if he needed help. He ran out of the grass STRAIGHT to me, yowling at the top of his lungs. I scooped him up only to find him covered in fire ants at which point I started yowling. We then went home to prepare a bottle and start looking for adopters. Thankfully the kitten I fondly called Tiger Woods was adopted by Shane and Cyndea Sampson. He goes to live with Tag the cat, Bo the Great Dane and Merle the German Short Haired Pointer. Good luck kitty, at least you aren't sleeping with the alligators.
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Cathern: you know I only give you a hard time about your kitty rescues because I am allergic to cats....mostly the litter box, not to mention the occassional pissing on a bed, like you experienced today. Not to mention the fact that they require food and medical attention, not covered on your medical plan. By the way, did you notice that Jeff did not have this stupid word verification deal that you have on yours. Please get rid of that....it is annoying!!!
Fine, I removed it, but the minute I started getting automated comments the word verification is going back up.
I'm a sucker for strays myself. I like to think of it as "part time hobby" now that we have a mortgage :o)
As I was reading your blog, I was picturing you acting out everything. Very entertaining. I can just see you doing all of that, hillarious! You need to apply for the care credit card. I got mine at the dentist office, it also covers vet bills and costmetic surgery! TUMMY TUCK!
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