never coming back

The local train tracks are now for one thing and one thing only.....summer walks with the dog. For more than a century the railroad passed through our town. I used to love to hear the train whistle in the distance as it flew through. A small town with a freight train passing through 3 or 4 times a day. It was like something out of one of those old black and white movies. I just liked it. Now the rails are deteriorating and the weeds are growing up around the tracks. You might even spot wild-life grazing on them.
The end of the rail-line changed how I felt about this town. It wasn't so unique or charming anymore. Then the big stores came in...Walmart, Home Depot, Rona and so on. All the smaller stores have suffered for it. Can we even call this a 'small town' anymore? I don't think so. Too bad!

He stares again, down the railroad track
Looking for something, that's never coming back
And just like his old friends, and their days of yore
The train don't come through here, anymore."
(from the song "Anymore" by: Lyle Dillabough)

Cats don't care about stuff like this. They live in the moment and if they can settle their caboose in anything that resembles a box...then life is good.

                                                           (our Sierra)
Puffin is doing well in her foster home. She is becoming more relaxed and loves to be petted. Shelly (the foster mom) thinks she will be adoptable soon. Thanks for your nice comments about her.
I have a teeny weeny give-away so drop by tomorrow. No really, Please do....it's so so cute. 


hug, Deb