Ok no news on Indianapolis Indiana (sorry I thought it was Iowa earlier) for the Nationals, the kids are sleeping on the bus right now.
So Thursday night Greg says he hears something in the woodpile. I tell him he's hearing things and the neighbors in the back yard are messing with him. Nope, it's a kitten and a starving one at that. No mommy cat has been looking and so of course we are doing our best to fatten it up and find it a home. Fozzie has made it very clear that continued presence will not be tolerated. He is already putting up with a puppy; another cat is beyond the pale. So Woody (who is an unusual female who looks just like Fozzie, who has been fixed for 4 years) is looking for a home.
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