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Kitty Angst
It amuses me that the kitten Jim named so lovingly as Aichan, answers as well to Stinker. In the wee hours of the morning when she decides to become more territorial and smacks herself in the face when she runs into the bedroom window, and then vents her frustration knocking everything on the dresser off onto the floor...Stinker. Yup.
This morning, we hailed a family of black feral cats (maybe, Mom had a collar) digging in the dumpster. Kinda bright, kinda not as the dumpster had just been emptied and it was a bit deep for the two kittens. One managed the leap out, the other didn't.
*meeeow* *meeeow*
Well, you can't just let that go.
Another thing I love about my husband. He's willing to jump into a dumpster to fish out a kitten.
That, along with listening to NPR in the mornings instead of KNAC.
And wanting to watch Fushigi Yuugi.
I just love him. Lucky, lucky me.
This morning, we hailed a family of black feral cats (maybe, Mom had a collar) digging in the dumpster. Kinda bright, kinda not as the dumpster had just been emptied and it was a bit deep for the two kittens. One managed the leap out, the other didn't.
*meeeow* *meeeow*
Well, you can't just let that go.
Another thing I love about my husband. He's willing to jump into a dumpster to fish out a kitten.
That, along with listening to NPR in the mornings instead of KNAC.
And wanting to watch Fushigi Yuugi.
I just love him. Lucky, lucky me.
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Awwwww. Well, it is the small things about people that make them so loveable... =0)