My daughter’s latest fosters. Arrived Monday night. Rescued from a kill shelter about 30 minutes before they were scheduled to be euthanized, apparently. Or, should I say … allegedly.
I do not trust them.
Bring on the kittens!
Kittens are cute, but they grow up to be cats…which are not. Dogs, however, are great at any age.
This is last week’s foster. He found a furever home within a few days. I expect the same for these puppers…
Cats don’t need to be taken outside in the worst weather.
I called my aunt’s cat “PsychoKat”. He had more than a few of the Turkish Van personality traits. He was also the only cat that ever responded to my barking at him. When he was doing something verboten, I would bark “knock it off”, and he would immediately stop. I almost brought him home, when my aunt moved to her son’s house and told me she intended to dump him at a cat rescue, but I resolved, 50 years ago, to never have another pet, because of that last trip to the vet.