Greetings and a head bump to everyone here. I live in a very animated house with two neurotic dogs, three neurotic people, and four - well, cats. Sort of cats... Moe, a three year old Bombay/Burmese, came to us from Neptune, where he was (and is) obviously royalty. Just ask him. Ernie is his cat, he kept running away from the neighbors and coming here, so we made a deal and he stayed. He's two or so, mackerel, and sings and dances. Olive is a cousin of Ernie, about the same age as Ernie. She was starving when she came to our house (it has a big cat sign on it, I guess- they just know...
), and had been 'roughed up' (if you catch my drift...) by some neighborhood toms. (Remember that.) We are a very happy family, Moe and his wife and their cat. Well, about a month ago we rescued Henry from a Walmart parking lot. He is a Ragamuffin, adorable. He was starving to death, and the temp was in the low thirties, so i called him over, and the rest, if you know Ragamuffins, is history. He had an upper respiratory problem, and a scratched cornea, so obviously he had to be quarantined till the antibiotics did the work. He is much better now, but we are having some trouble with Miss Olive being afraid of his scent. I'll go put that in the right forum, though. For now, aloha from Arkansas.
