to a furry feline. For a week, the animal shelter is entrusting a cat to my care as she recovers from surgery. Then she goes back to the shelter to be put up for adoption. Or if I become attached, I can steal her.
I’m a nervous mother and just realized I’m not at all prepared. So, after work, I’ll be hitting the store for food, litter, toys, and treats before I pick up Angel. Let’s hope the name is not ironic.
Hopes for the week:
that Angel can offer a new perspective on this week’s American Idol performances
she will whip up a nice salmon dinner for us
she will go willingly into the carrier when I return her next week and that I will not have to wrestle her to the ground with a blanket
Keep your paws crossed.