Stray cat

Tiger was her name. At least that was the name I chose for her. She is the most outrageously friendly cat that I have encountered.

Tiger has a tendency to stay outside on my porch at odd hours of the day and screech her meows through the screen door. Unfortunately, being an animal lover I feel my life is lured to save this innocent cat. The cycle is further encouraged and she comes more frequent when her appetite is keen, ready to beg for more. And I continue to give her my grandma's cat's food.
Tiger has a propensity to bite everything that is in site; she is like a dog in that way. My rabies shot will greatly come in handy and could potentially save my life. So be reassured, I will not die from Tiger tonight.

I believe it is time to stand on my soap box and state the many reasons I dislike the pound. All reasons considered the only one word worth stating here is euthanasia. So please I beg you all to run and adopt an animal from the animal shelter so that the animal kingdom will become a happier one.

Here comes the sun . . .

Well. Here we go again. Another excuse to add to this already cluttered world with statements and statuses of everyone's lives. But why not add to the array of individuals and throw mine in with the rest of them. So welcome to my life.

This summer I got a camera and quite addicted to coffee. I am actually quite happy about both.

“Coffee is a fleeting moment and a fragrance.” -Claudia Roden