Years ago I decided on a whim to take home a farm kitty I thought I would name Edna. After the lake my grandparents used to live on. Yea, thanks Deb.
Once we wrangled the fleabag to the vet, he announced matter’o-factly that Edna was an “Ed.”
Great. BobbieSue, my lady cat, was less than impressed.
So was I.
Ed was chithead. And I mean that with love.
(No I don’t. I’m just trying to be nice. He was a cat that should have never been brought inside and I did him a great injustice by insisting so.)
So what did I want to do again this past week?
Smuggle a stray BEACH KITTY from Pugeot Sound home to Minnesota. Just in time for the 1st frost. Because he photographed well, and amused my new camera lense and my kid.
What a chithead. And I mean that with love.
