Mr. T

A couple of days ago we put an old fart out to pasture.

Not really, but it feels that way.

As some of you may know, we’ve had one old-fart fat cat and two little ones, and never the twain shall meet safely. Lisa, who will henceforth be known as Auntie Lisa (if not Saint Lisa) said she’d love to have Mister Tigger come live with her. She really is a saint; Mr. ┬áT couldn’t live comfortably and we were concerned that he’d seriously injure one of the vermin.

So Mr. T went home with Auntie Lisa Sunday. We’ve heard reports that he hid under the bed, ate every thing in sight and filled up the litter box and most recently occupied the bed. We can only pray that she doesn’t want to bring him back.

I feel that I have abandoned my crew, and no “it’s better for him” can remove that feeling. I know it”s better for hm but the fact remains that I have abandoned my crew.

 

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