Can you say, “lap-cat?” My sweetie returned home from the boy’s soccer practice with more than a smelly, hungry and surly teenager the other night. This little kitten, 6-months old, had been hanging around the fields for a while. She was wet, all chewed up from another cat and bone thin from lack of food. A trip to the veterinarian the next day bit into the pocket book but she is now on the mend. This has to be one of the friendliest, loving cats I have seen. For whatever reason, she seems to like sleeping on me the most and I am now often trapped in position, as she just does not want to get off of me…

Oh, I think I just told my family a few weeks ago, after the cats we ALREADY have are gone…”NO MORE CATS!!”

No one ever listens to me…