I was looking at live traps today. The one I feed is an orange tabby. It's a beauty. This is an urban area. I can turn her in to a no kill rescue and get her adopted and out of this single digit weather. I can't care for her because of absences.
That would be good. The adoption I mean.
Tell you what, mister. Someday when you have time I’ll give you the latest, about the neighbor’s Great Pyrenees dog that showed up over here with a bum leg, right around Thanksgiving, when it was 20 below.
I’ll be writing checks for that one for a while yet. lol.