trixie before her new home, but after eating
trixie, after her first meal
I know I haven't blogged in a while, partly because it gets more daunting every day that I don't to actually do it. I feel impossibly behind and so I just avoid blogging. But something happened this week. And it's not even peanut related, really. So I will save a catch up post for next time, or never, and share with you the story of trixie...dumpster cat.
But, given my very skilled expressions, it came as a great surprise to me when the woman approached the car and stood right next to the drivers side window and lifted up her purse. Now you and I know that you do NOT open your window when a person you don't know walks up to your car and shows you something. Was she trying to show me drugs? If so, could she see I had a kid with me? Then I heard her say something I have dreams about, but have never heard before. "we found a kitten. Can you help us?"
The whole experience makes me glad to have a home. Glad to have a home for my animals. And glad for such a network of friends.
love this pic of peanut dancing.
boating this summer with uncle M.
feeding our chicken who lives with our friend.
saying goodbye to the beach, which is artificial and gets drained after labor day.