I’m down to one lonely, stoic feral kitten. Tilly the anti-social except for her sister kitten Toes is now alone. Toes is dead.
Tammy’s tumor has come back, so now it’s just a matter of her pain and quality of life.
I tried to get Tammy and Dora to be friends, but Tammy bit me, so since I didn’t know her, I used the fact that another dog got into the yard as an excuse to have her tested for rabies.
That was long ago.
Sad times are here. Sadder times await.
A shift is happening.
calle viena 