The Start Of A New Day

Now that we've stopped breeding, our family still thinks we are crazy. We managed to find homes for some of the cats that we felt would be better off either by themselves or with one, maybe two, other cats. We tried to give Luci a really good home and she went on a hunger strike. What can I say? She likes it here.

Bruce left for his new home Wednesday. That was hard. I almost told them they couldn't have him, but I kept telling myself it was the best thing for Bruce.

I just got finished kitten sitting for a breeder friend. It's a good reminder why I quit. I had fun with the kittens, and there was no stress involved. I knew they weren't mine and I would soon give them back. I didn't have the monumental headache of trying to place them in homes. Dealing with people was not my favorite part of breeding.

For the most part, people that took our kittens worked out, but there were a few that managed to fool me. There are far too many people who see a pet as a mere commodity. As soon as the least little thing goes wrong, the cat goes. Or they move and abandon the cat (or dog). Come on, people, what's the matter with you?

I hope to be able to pick up the speed on this blog at some point. I'm a little brain dead at the moment and can't really think of anything except that Olivia needs her pill.