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Sunday, November 23, 2008

Sunday, November 23, 2008

         Yesterday morning a neighbor exclaimed, "one of your cats has a broken leg... the black and white one.  He was limping around here all day yesterday, and I haven't seen him since."  Worry hit me like a freight train!  I began praying and calling out for Stinker.  (He's black and white and I hadn't seen him all morning.)

         Thirty minutes later, I talked to another neighbor.  She said, "It's Skitch."  (He belongs to her.)  She asked me to bring him in if she wasn't home when he came around. 

         A little relieved, yet picturing the worse, I admit I truly wondered why no one had taken him to the vet on Friday.  When I finally saw him, there was no blood---thank, God---though he walks with a prominent limp. 

         Later in the afternoon the fellow upstairs spoke again, telling me the lady next door chased "Skitch" all around on Friday, trying to catch him.  Somewhat defensively, his wife said, "He won't let me touch him."  I told her he won't let me touch him either.  (The lady next door named him "Skitch" because he's skittish.) 

         Late yesterday afternoon, I caught Skitch outside and brought him in.  Since my neighbor is out, he spent the night with me.  The drama ends there.

         Have a pleasant Sunday and enjoy the week ahead.  God bless you!