I've got about 8 entries started, but with life such as it is, I've had trouble getting them finished lately.  Now I'm left with just posting to post...

It would seem that if you are 4 legged and feel the need to feel fat and happy you show up on my door step.  Marc has always operated under the premise that if an animal shows up at your house then it is meant for it to stay.  So even though I just said last week that nothing else that eats and poops is moving in, I was shot down.

He is obviously a very tame cat, but we've not been able to find his family or a new home.  (If anyone wants him I can deliver.)  He was going to be an outside cat, but he seems to like my purple chair almost as much as I do...