7/17/07 - AUDREY! She's a very voluptuous young feline specimen. Audrey came via Midnight (more to that later). She's only three years old and has gained in pounds exponentially since she was a baby. She's chubby, let's just say it outright. Audrey is a talker. She will keep you in a conversation for hours if you let her. She's very inquisitive and sensitive. She's a bit of a pest at times - always wanting to be scratched or snuggled or kept secretly under the covers. I've written a poem about Audrey... and here it is:

Audrey the cat

Is chatty bad

Pushing her words

Upon me

%u2026 like I know what they mean.

Audrey the cat

Is chatty bad

Defiant in her demeanor

Walks over me

%u2026 like I want her to.

Audrey the cat

The chatty bad cat

Insists on snuggling under cover

Her nose a very cold wet one

%u2026 lifts it and sneaks in.

Audrey an extremely bad and chatty cat

Learns no manners

Pushes her back against mine

Under the sheets

%u2026 and licks my skin with sandpaper within a cloak of darkness

Then falls asleep keeping me warm.

7/16/07 - Sticky, goo-ey! Pnut Butter! Pnut's story is an amazing one. As an outdoor cat, she didn't understand boundaries and journeyed once too often into the street. It was on this fateful day Pnut Butter got hit by a passing car. The people in the car stopped (a very nice gesture) to take her to the vet. When they came to the first vet, who'd left for the evening, the receptionist said, "He just left," and made no attempt to call him back in for the emergency. So, the women took her to another vet who left the door open to his office. When Pnut Butter regained a bit of her knocked loose senses, she dashed out the door and ran into the woods. Gone!

After I'd searched all night the evening she disappeared, the women came the following to my door to tell me of the horrific news. I set off immediately in search of my beautiful girl. It took three days of searching to find her, but I did! (Amazingly.) On the third day, I went back to from where she'd escaped and headed-off into a different direction. It was at that point I saw a cat staring into a blackberry bramble. When I called for my lost kitty, I thought I heard the weakest "meow" and stopped. I said quietly, "Pnut butter?" It took a moment but she popped her head out and then almost as suddenly she ducked back into the bramble. Although my heart was pounding (because I'd thought I'd lost her forever),