Big ol' sucker, nutcase, looney tunes(that's what my hubby is going to call me).....That's me, among a few other things.

I went to the shelter on my lunch break today. I meant to pay Sophia's adoption fee as she is clearly not a foster anymore and make a donation in Beau's memory. I did do both of those things. I also agreed to pick up a new foster cat after work!

Meet Puff:

She's 10 years old, but looks older to me. Picture is stolen from the shelter website. She was owner surrendered when her person, an elderly man, had to go into assisted living. None of his kids would help with his cat and he couldn't take her to the facility. I actually had an email about her before he moved, but I said no at that point. Puff is not doing well in the shelter. She isn't eating well; is very skinny; has had some problems with her bowels and has a little lump on her head. The vet has checked her out and believes she's just very stressed(except for the lump which I will get checked out asap). She purred up a storm when I took her out of her cage. She's a long haired kitty and needs a good brushing and some TLC. I'm not sure that my house is any less stressful than the shelter, but we'll find out soon enough I guess.