So just about a year ago, we found a little orange kitten on our doorstep. We nursed it for weeks (my nipples are still sore), we helped it poop and it grew up to be an enthusiastic orange cat. Somewhere around the same time we got a stray dog named Ginny from the pound. She had parvo and fleas and whooping cough and scurvy and an ingrown toenail. Well, she had some of that. Anyhow, like Seph, the little orange cat, Ginny was fairly expensive.
We have had stray cats all around for quite awhile but today, one got too pathetic for us to watch any longer. In a moment of weakness, we snatched her up and took her to the vet. Several dollars later, we now have another cat in our household…another orange cat.
We have been calling this cat “Flash” since she first showed up on our doorstep last fall. She was skinny and pathetic but seemed to perk right up with the food we left out for her. She did great through the entire winter and seemed to be fine outside until recently. We watched her go down hill for awhile but I could not stand seeing a cat die on my doorstep. So, Flash makes 4 cats in our house. FOUR FREAKIN’ CATS! (The other two)
Now you never hear about crazy cat men so I am sure this is all Emily’s fault. She is the new crazy cat lady on our street. We are so stupid…