Challenger’s House is having a raffle! Check out the great prizes above. The drawing will be on Sun December 20th. Tickets are $5 for 1 or $10 for 3 – you can call Challenger’s House (256.420.5995) and buy your raffle tickets that way.
The money, of course, goes to a very good cause!
Wednesday night/ Thursday morning I had a very long and involved dream that Terry had been adopted. I woke up once or twice and went right back into the dream. In the dream, I even called Susan, the shelter manager, and said (I kid you not) “Did Terry really get adopted, or did I dream it?”
When I woke up, I was disappointed to realize that it was, indeed, a dream.
Well, I MUST BE PSYCHIC, because guess who got adopted last night!!!!
Not only did he get adopted, he got adopted alongside another Challenger’s House kitten, Treat, so he’ll have a little brother to play with.
I can’t tell you how relieved I am that all of the True Blood kittens now have loving homes.
It’s a Christmas miracle!
I can tell you that it’s probably a good thing he was adopted. Fred and I had decided that if he was still unadopted when it was time for the Wonkas and Cookies to go to the adoption center, we’d bring him home to give him a break from the cage.
And I’m pretty sure he would have ended up here permanently.
It is truly amazing that I ever manage to get anything done around here. (Pardon the weird angle of the picture. Fred snapped that.)
All five Cookies to the right of me.
All four Wonkas to the left (and Tommy in the background!)
Hydrox had better things to do, and abandoned his sisters, who sat and looked grumpy for a little while before going back to sleep.
The Cookies are going to be spayed and neutered on Monday!
Previously
2008: I was under the impression that chickens don’t like to be wet at all, but they seemed to be handling it pretty well.
2007: I’m telling you, the book-buying thing. It’s an illness!
2006: I did a lot of nothing yesterday
2005: (If you must know, it’s the “Tinferl” that really hit my funny bone. I don’t know. Don’t look at me like that. Shaddup.)
2004: Those two just make me shudder. And not in a good way.
2003: “Hey!” he thought to himself. “I think that might be the same bird and the same feeder!”
2002: “That’s okay, Bessie. I hate you sometimes, too,” he said.
2001: No entry.
2000: A blue spark leapt from my tender, sensitive pinky finger to the door of the Jeep in the Wal-Mart parking lot, and I all but screamed.
1999: But if I end up MIA, y’all know where to tell the cops to look…