Christmas night, we were leaving West Point for New Kent, and stopped in the empty Hardee's parking lot to look at a Christmas present, and my husband had to point out that a cat, bigger than a kitten but smaller than a full grown cat, was nosing around the parking lot perimeter. He was a solid, dark color. I was scared to get out of the car and approach it because it was too close to the highway and might run in the wrong direction. So off he went to his own fate, and I felt bad for many miles about what would become of that cat...
....until we hit a possum. Then I got to feel really bad about that.
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Used to read and thoroughly enjoy your work in C-VILLE Weekly years ago. I've had your various blogs bookmarked for over a year, I guess, but rarely remember to check in to see what you're up to. How come no one comments on the cat blog? We currently have three cats -- two males who hate each other and a geriatric female -- but at times in the past have had more, so I identify with all the various cat issues. Actually, we were in Mexico (Isla Mujeres, off the coast of Cancun) a few weeks ago, at a place where we stay regularly, and ended up taking a kitten to the local vet, paying to have her spayed (the vet there seemed to like to spay them young instead of waiting until close to their first heat... whatever), buying all the canned cat food we could find on the island to feed her, thinking of trying to bring her home on the plane, but deciding not to. Feeling guilty for abandoning her, now sending money to a neighbor lady so SHE can feed the kitten. Mind you, there are also five or six full grown cats who hang around and beg as well, but they seem to be doing better than the poor little kitten was. We also have (here at home outside Charlottesville) a million dollar dog who has had, among other things, two knee surgeries to the tune of about $2000 each time... Meanwhile, good luck finding a publisher for your book!
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