You write so beautifully, Hannah and have such an open heart, along with a knack for observation. You should write a blog. Wait! You do. Thanks. In the mountains we have had had single digits. On Tuesday, I rescued a freezing little blue-eyed pup from a backroad in this county where people sometimes just can't afford pets, so set them loose. I call the shelter every day to check on him (I named him Frank Sinatra) and the folks there say he is "Living his best life," I honor you for being willing to take Evie in. If anyone wants a beautiful, brindled, blue-eyed, 5 month old, hopeful sweet natured puppy. Give me a call. I've never regreted being bamboozled and live happily with 3 bamboozlers!
Oh, I'm sorry. I wanted Evie to move in with you! But I'm glad she's got a safe place to live. I just read Cat Hater Jonathan Franzen's article in the NYer, and was concerned about her health.
Back home in the Smokies, our next door neighbors had a big black cat named Bear (we also called him "Yona"--Cherokee for bear) who regularly informed the elderly neighbors down the hill that he was **starving.** They fed him, and whenever he could, Yona would also try to slip into our house via the door from the garage--ideally if it was dark & the human had arms full of groceries-- to sneak upstairs and eat our cats' food.
The impulse to be kind and to provide is STRONG in the womyn!!
Don't feel bamboozled!
We had a large orange tabby that lived in the parking lot of our Condo - we called him "Marmalade" but other residents called him other things. He lived here for years, using one of our rainwater "vaults," a kind of cement box, as his home. He was there for years and then one day he wasn't. We will never know,
Bamboozled is such a great word and I love hearing your voice again.
You write so beautifully, Hannah and have such an open heart, along with a knack for observation. You should write a blog. Wait! You do. Thanks. In the mountains we have had had single digits. On Tuesday, I rescued a freezing little blue-eyed pup from a backroad in this county where people sometimes just can't afford pets, so set them loose. I call the shelter every day to check on him (I named him Frank Sinatra) and the folks there say he is "Living his best life," I honor you for being willing to take Evie in. If anyone wants a beautiful, brindled, blue-eyed, 5 month old, hopeful sweet natured puppy. Give me a call. I've never regreted being bamboozled and live happily with 3 bamboozlers!
You are a beautiful human being. Thank you for taking care of Evie, she is a beauty 💜
Oh, I'm sorry. I wanted Evie to move in with you! But I'm glad she's got a safe place to live. I just read Cat Hater Jonathan Franzen's article in the NYer, and was concerned about her health.
Back home in the Smokies, our next door neighbors had a big black cat named Bear (we also called him "Yona"--Cherokee for bear) who regularly informed the elderly neighbors down the hill that he was **starving.** They fed him, and whenever he could, Yona would also try to slip into our house via the door from the garage--ideally if it was dark & the human had arms full of groceries-- to sneak upstairs and eat our cats' food.
I love this. And look forward to your posts each Sunday. It’s part of my routine! ❤️🐱
The impulse to be kind and to provide is STRONG in the womyn!!
Don't feel bamboozled!
We had a large orange tabby that lived in the parking lot of our Condo - we called him "Marmalade" but other residents called him other things. He lived here for years, using one of our rainwater "vaults," a kind of cement box, as his home. He was there for years and then one day he wasn't. We will never know,