It's 3 a.m.
Do you know where your cats are?
I know where mine are...
They are outside our bedroom door, wailing like banshees because we won't let them outside.
I hate this time of year.
Well, any time of year when it involves cats.
But especially this time of year...when the baby birds leave their nests and my cats think it's a smorgasbord on tiny little feet.
My apologies to those of you who adore cats.
There are cat lovers. And dog lovers. I am a none-of-the-above-lover.
So, you rightly ask, how come you have cats?
Because I am a sucker.
Because my heart is too big.
The same reason I do so many things.
Almost ten years ago, a friend found three adorable, innocent kittens alongside their mother in the middle of the road. The mother was dead and they needed rescuing.
Enter sucker. Me.
My daughter, bless her heart as they say in the South, needed a kitten. Or two.
I admit it's the third one that's my fault. I mean really, how can you say "yes" to two siblings and not the third? It would be like splitting up a family. Sigh.
And that, friends, is the story of my life...
Hi, I'm Arlene. I'm a sucker for anything hurting or broken. I want to save the world, and by golly, I'll do it or die trying. I'll even give up sleeping for a month if need be!
It's a sickness I inherited from my mom. Yup, she's to blame...