Oh fer the luvva...

OK, I have lived with cats since birth. So far, I don't think any of them has stolen my soul. If so, I wouldn't know which to swear at. Rastus? Naw, too cool. Homer? Naw, too stupid, although I have a soft spot for orange tabbies. At any rate, I have some time spent with cats. I know, then, that they can be costly. My current favorite, dubbed Scrappy by the kids, has lived up to his name. He could have picked a better time and place, like wait until someone is breaking into the house and get all over his face with claws and teeth, but no. He went into some random scrap like someone who cant hold his booze.



Looks like I'm babysitting for awhile. Stitches come out in 10 days. Whatever he was fighting got through his guard pretty easy and wrecked his face. It's OK, though, he's still as pretty as Muhammad Ali.