At 6 weeks old, she was stuffed into a bag and tossed by an uncaring person out on the I-5 Freeway. We got the call from the vet when a good Samaritan saw the toss and thought it odd how the bag landed. The woman did not have the money needed to fix the back legs and could we claim her? I said of course. That was in 2002.

This morning, I found her in the bushes out back. I tried to locate all the cats last night and get them inside away from the craziness of the fireworks. George even crawled under our home and corralled all the outside kitties so we could keep them safe. She was not around during the round-up. I looked for her until dusk, then hoped she would be survive the night. She did not. She would have been 14 years old this year. She walked with a bit of gimp and she was a pariah kitty and because she was picked on so often, she chose to be an inside/outside kitty. She never strayed, always at my feet during feeding times and I shall miss her. Our neighbor was shooting off his cannon and it was so loud and scary. I just wonder if her heart stopped? I don’t know, she was sharing Mike’s lap just last week.

On the medicine front- we have met our mark! Thank you beyond words for those of you who helped us out. I will get the liquid doxycycline on Monday and then the fun starts- medicating all the babies and also treating the now rampant ringworm. Crinkle’s tail is so full of ringworm that when we shaved her tail, it almost shredded out. She was free of ringworm last week. The new oral meds will be easier on them as well. With their URI keeping them damp with dip was just not working. So thank you again and now, because our ground is frozen, I need to go make a trip into the forest at the back of our property and find the right place to put a very courageous kitty to rest.

Happy New Year all- please stay safe, warm and loved.