I have days when I wonder why I do this. My weekend started out rough, I dropped off a couple of cats and still had a full day of cat stuff and I had woken up exhausted. Distracted, I didn't the car coming in the next lane and I scraped the whole side of someone's BMW. I burst into tears and thankfully the woman was so nice to me but it was not what I needed. Things improved that evening though when Scott (the human) met Liam (the feline) and decided that they were a match. They sure look like they belong together, don't they. Two months ago Liam was living outside, now look at him, that's one reason I do what I do.
|Liam on his way to his new home with Scott|
It was quite the event trying to get him. I was on a ladder trying to reach him but couldn't quite, and the shed has a hole in the middle, so I wasn't going to take the chance of whether that roof would support my weight. Luckily Marisa was with me and went inside the shed and reached around through the hole and managed to grab him. At four weeks, they need no taming, they don't even know to be feral. He's purring and playing.
|Little Howie, looking worse for wear|
|Me with the gang at Hank's|
|Pseudo lets me pat him!|