She was returned yesterday and she is missing Jessica big time. This wonderful, loving kitty that I remember her to be is not here at the moment. She is grieving, she is angry and she escaped out of the bedroom and went into the enclosure She wants to be left alone. Jessica called this morning to see how she was doing and we talked. I decided to just keep Chauncey here for a year and wait for Jessica to return from her teaching job. It will last one year and it will strengthen her quest for her masters. I’m just going to leave Chaunce alone, let her take her time to acclimate into the group again. Jess did not want to do this but this teaching job came up and she needed to make some tough decisions. She gave me some boarding money and I wished her luck. After hearing she will be teaching in Saudi Arabia, I am glad she decided to leave Chauncey with us. Chauncey will settle down in about a week and go back to the loving girl I know her to be. Right now, she needs space and time to deal with the separation of the first human she grew to love.

Mike’ oldest son and our grandson came for three days. Last time I saw Ben (my step-grandson) he was 8! He in now 19 and has grown up to be a fine young man. They kept Mike busy this weekend giving me a much-needed break. I was able to go and look at a puppy I saw on the internet and when I saw this boy, it tugged at my heartstrings. He had been seized in a puppy mill raid. He was HUGE at 7 months, loving, lop eared- just a doll. He had the ears and face of a shepherd, the paws of an Australian shepherd and the body of a great dane. He was so skinny! You could see his backbones, his ribs- man he was in rough shape. But despite all he has been through, he was there with sloppy puppy kisses.

I made the big mistake of taking him over to meet Mike before taking him  home and cat-testing him. Never again! This boy was on the cats- he had the look- I could just see him as I held him off thinking: “Oh look! There’s a cat over there by the tree. There’s one by a bush and another at the log pile.” Oh boy gotta herd em!”  Even in his skinny state he was strong and almost broke away from me. It’s not his fault. He wasn’t going to eat them- he was just responding to his high prey drive.

He is now in a home with two delightful women who used to work with Pitbull rescue and they have NO cats. Broke my heart- he was everything Mike needed- not to mention myself. But the cats have to be safe and that is the bottom line. I guess the best thing is he is no longer waiting in a shelter for a loving home.