Ugh, so Don has to be in the nursing unit now (next room over from his wife - watch the local news for a murder-suicide) and hence I must place his cat, my brother D.C. Right now he is in our basement, generally being large, sheepish and mewing in his teensy Mike Tyson voice.
Three cats in our house, with a baby, is just too much.
And it's weird how, when one brags "Hey, I've got a six year old cat, he weighs about 16 pounds, and is generally quite the slugabed!," no one jumps at the chance to make him their own!
People are so odd!
Three cats in our house, with a baby, is just too much.
And it's weird how, when one brags "Hey, I've got a six year old cat, he weighs about 16 pounds, and is generally quite the slugabed!," no one jumps at the chance to make him their own!
People are so odd!
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Oh, no! I hope you find a place for D.C. I have fond memories of the watercolor your dad did of him... ;)
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