After our Fish & Chip dinner tonight at 'the little pub with a lot of spirit', I was walking to the car when I spotted two little cat-ears in the grass over against a building. I was pretty sure it wasn't what you see to the left of this. "I'll just take a look, I assured Gary." I pretended not to notice his eyes rolling into the back of his head as I tip-toed over. A closer look assured me that it was a sad, thin, little smokey grey cat. There was no way of knowing if this cat lived at this building or was a stray UNTIL I gave it some fish. Now, you are thinking, "What does she mean...she had fish with her?" Yep, I always keep a portion of the fish for our dog as a treat so I offered the cat (from a distance) a bit of the fish. The cat damn-near choked on it trying to get it down fast enough. This cat was STARVING!So, lucky for him or her I have dry kibble in the trunk most days and I was able to leave it enough for tonight. A gorgeous smokey-grey, golden-eyed feline lying against a building in our friendly little town who is starving to death. "Holy Jumpin', I get so fed up with this."
I will keep going back to see if the cat is there and leave it some food until I can possibly get a hold of it. It may be someone's cat or it's been abandoned by its' owner but I'll do my best to help it.
The rain is back and thunder-storms are all around tonight. We are having such strange weather. Too hot today for April and more rain the last 4 days than we need. Kane hates thunder so he lies at my feet, under the computer as I post tonight. "Silly guy"
Brand spankin' new runners are sitting at my front door. Tomorrow I'll be waiting for the rain to stop so I can continue my mission to rid myself of the extra poundage I accumulated over the last few years. No eating in between meals and 3 walks a day are in order. I was doing 2 and felt great but no change on the scales.
When you are over 55 you pretty much have to climb Mount Everest to lose 5 pounds. I am not kidding. It's ridiculous. So when I title this Another Mouth to Feed I don't mean my big mouth. I'm heading to the fridge for an apple when I really want a chocolate drumstick. But I do expect I will feed this little grey cat for awhile.
Tomorrow is another day and I can't wait to wear those shoes out.
Hugs, Deb






