I was at the flea market one Saturday when I saw some kids giving away kittens. I tried to pass them by, but of course I came home with yet another animal. I named her Kika. She not only had fleas, but ear mites as well. And I loved her. Unfortunately, she has decided to find a quieter home. When the girls came to live with me (April 2000), Kika took off for parts unknown. We tried searching for her everywhere, posting flyers offering a reward, all to no avail. About a week and a half after she had disappeared, she showed up at the kitchen door. She ate, and took off, never to be seen again. Since she looked none the worse for wear, I have to assume she found another family to take care of her, a quieter family without loud kids. I miss you, Kika....
These, of course, are the doggies: Gretchen and Dakota (black one). Dakota is no longer with us, but he'll always be in my heart. It's just me and Gretchen. The old girl is 9 now.
This is Zeze the X (from Sandra Cisneros' book "The House on Mango Street"), who I found in a tree across the street. She was meowing so loud, the poor thing. I brought her home and she's been the spoiled brat ever since. Fr. Tom calls her a "witch cat." What's he trying to say....?
