Mr. Sinclair has returned from being snipped and chipped. He is doing well, a bit loopy around the edges and he looked at me as if to say (as he was coming out of his carrier upstairs) “Mom did you get the number of the truck that hit me?” Poor boy, but in a half-n-hour he will be right as rain and none the worse even with the missing parts. So THANKS ALL of you who helped me make this possible. He goes to his new caretaker Jessie on Monday and may he never feel pain, abandonment or confusion again.

This lovely little girl was left in the local cemetery. I got the call on her yesterday and went to meet her. It was love at first sight. I took her home and she promptly hid under the bed- away from all the monsters.

At 2:00 a.m. she crawled out from under the bed, sought me out, laid on my chest and then moved to the crook of my arm. To say I am thrilled at this progress- well I would be lying as this girl- well, she stank BIG TIme! I tried putting vicks under my nose (didn’t work) I knew I couldn’t hold my breath and sleep at the same time (unless I wanted to sleep forever) and I think I still have much to do before that time- so I opted at 4:00 a.m. to take her into the bathroom and give her what is likely the first bath she ever had.

The water turned instantly dirty and gunky and no tears were shed for the fleas as they went down the whirlpool into the drain- “Bon Voyage Suckers!”

I put her in the warming cage where she yowled her displeasure at having the small heater turned on to help dry her out. Finally, she was dry and flea-treated and she slid under the bed to show me how unhappy she was at this turn of events. But, she will get over it and she smells so much better!

I am calling her Maggie-May

Maggie