Patches had been at the shelter since June, and originally abandoned in an apartment. I can't imagine moving away and leaving my cat behind in an empty apartment. I just can't imagine it.
I had a very nice sounding adopter coming this afternoon to meet my Clementine or Doodle, so as I walked the cages this morning I had (another) moment of insanity and brought home this little guy:
Since my life hasn't been playing out very smoothly lately, it shouldn't have surprised me when the adopter spent 2 hours at my house and didn't adopt a cat! So I'm back to having 4 foster tabbies. Surely, I've lost my mind. It's a "Tabby Infestation" at my house! Even *I* am having trouble figuring out who is whom.
I'm grateful for a cool Friday evening and a romantic Jazz Festival in town tonight. First, my little Maggie needs a walk. I took the following video of her last week to send to my parents. Thought you might enjoy it too. The older she gets (she's 13 years old), the more I treasure the ground this little tan dog walks on:
(Yes, I know about the wound on her neck..it's healing, don't worry!)