Allrighteee....I just got the large white pussy cat back from the vet. Diagnosis: diabetes. After an exam and treatment that will probably cost about he same as a modest tank, I now have to give the cat insulin twice a day.

And to make things even more surreal....while we were in the waiting room at the vet's, a friend of my daughter's and her grandmother came in with a Siamese kitten that they found hoping that whoever lost it had contacted the veterinarian's office. No dice on that one...the vet won't keep the animal there and suggests they take the little darling to Animal Welfare (which I know is packed to the gills with dogs and cats mostly because of all of the financial woes and real estate foreclosures). So my dear wife....you got it....volunteers for us to take the adorable thing home as daughter's friend and grandma have a couple of dogs and don't know how to take care of a cat anyway.

Thus I now have a Siamese kitten living in my second floor bathroom, a diabetic dreadnought class white cat sleeping under the dining room table, my marmalade striped cat sleeping in my place in my bed, the Tibetan Terrier sleeping in my room, my Beagle sleeping in my room and little Skippy (aka Poodle-Boy, the one who showed up on my doorstep last October and is now living happily with us) sleeping next to the Beagle.

Three of each...I'm seriously considering building an Ark as it has been raining a bit more than usual today.

Best

AA