With the outdoor cats now inside, I am juggling cats and Mike is laughing at me. We have Dash up in the cat room until she acclimates, Twirl is in the computer room. Babycakes has the run of the hallway, the stairs and the downstairs landing. Guinevere is in the bedroom (her domain). Squirrel and Tipster are out in the porch, the rest of the kitties have the kitchen/dining room, living room and enclosure to run. The only place there isn’t a cat is in the bathroom, and when I go in there, they want in as well! I hope my ads prove out and some of these beautiful creatures can go into a loving home where they can be an ONLY cat!

It’s hard to sleep now, not because of the juggling cats, but because even with so many cats, I miss Cleo so much. With kitties running around my legs, cats on my lap and sharing my bed, my life feels so empty because I know that when the sun comes up and I go out to feed the horses, Cleo won’t be laying on his chair, or catching the mice in the barn.

I got up early this morning and went inside the enclosure. When I turned on the light, I heard a noise in the grass outside and for some dumb reason I thought it was Clee! It turned out to be a mama skunk and her little ones prowling for bugs and perhaps a bit of bird seed. I watched the cats inside the enclosure, crowd the fence and stare at the babies. Sullivan turned to look at me, and I know he was thinking “OK, well when are they going to be in here?” I had to laugh- not till donkeys fly. That’s all I need, skunks and cats to juggle!

Sharing a beautiful tribute made by a cyber-friend of mine. Cleo, I hope there are mice in the trees of heaven.