Just wanted to let y'all know I'm okay, and thanks again for all the well-wishes. Mr. O'Kitten is somewhere in Week 3; I am on Day 8 (again) but that's okay. I didn't kill anyone and this week went much more smoothly than the previous (during which I became horribly depressed and...well, I needn't bore you with the gory details but let's just say I feel much better now, thank you very much).
Jesse - I don't have your blog addy but I did email Elyse (at least I don't think my computer ate the email, tho I'm very sleepy) to tell her those cats sound perfect IF she can figure out some way to get them here from Brooklyn. But...maybe someone will feel like making a road trip with some cats in desperate need of a home? Hopefully she'll find a solution that's closer to NY but if not...I don't see why a little cat colony (all fixed and rabies-vaccinated, no less) couldn't be relocated to our big cozy barn and 20 acres (well, far more than that with all the surrounding woods and pastureland) just teeming with rodents and rabbits and ground hogs and all sorts of lovely things to chase throughout all the seasons of the year. Assuming someone can just get them here. Or at least to somewhere at least as nice. I shudder to think of them being poisoned simply for being...you know...cats.
In other news, it has been an unheard-of 80-some degrees here for the past few days. And humid. And muggy. But hey, there's no such thing as global warming.
Last October, it was snowing and I took this picture, which is what I'd much rather it be doing right about now.
I'll be at the Spinning Loft for much of the week so I'm not sure how much I'll be online; sorry I still haven't caught after my email and such.
I'll just leave you with a tasmanian devil for company. (Sure, it's cute now, but just you wait...)