I know what you mean; I like to think that, too. But when I see the fearful look in their eyes, it's heartbreaking. It's a rough world out there for ferals and I wish I could take them all in. But...seeing that I'm still renting, although I'm getting closer to buying, I can't keep bringing cats in the house. I swore I'd stop at 4. I'm up to 7. (My landlord thinks I have 1.) But I'm sure you all can relate.

Possum's little brother and sister didn't survive the winter, even though I put heating pads in all the shelters and took the best care of them I possible could. Kit, who was the other half of Kaboodle, disappeared and I know he won't be back. He was too tiny. And Rascal died inside one of the boxes. I heard him scratch at the carpet piece I had put in there and when I looked inside, he just collapsed. So, I feel extra responsible to Possum and Kaboodle now.

Well, I'm rambling, so I'll just say "Have a nice weekend, everyone." I hope to get a little riding in.

Blessings,
M