Day 12 of my quarantine

Tacumwah trying to nap on clean towels on the dining room table.

Marquette successfully napping on the back of the sofa.

Me playing paper and string with Kathy.

Another photo of me playing paper and string.

Okay. I like the master bedroom. I have a double bed all to myself. I have fresh air and a great view of the commons. There are birds and geese. And I can see the three dogs who live here when they go out for walks. Now I can't wait to see the rest of the house!

Kathy comes in to check on me and play with me a lot. Marquette tries to sneak in for a visit but, so far, he has not succeeded.

I lost one of my kitten fangs in the garage and Kathy found it and saved it. Marquette and I are both cutting our big boy fangs and our gums are a little swollen and tender.

The photos were taken this morning. I look much grayer than I really am in the photos and they don't show my tiger stripes. The lighting, I guess.

Yesterday we got some bad news about the kittens Kathy found in Ohio. A man she works with who took two of them called her to tell her they were very sick and he was taking them to the humane shelter. It is sad because he was told before he took them home that they had coccidia and needed to be treated. The treatment is only about $12.50. But they were not treated and got very sick. Several people offered to pay for the treatment but the man declined. Only 3 of the 6 kittens have been treated, so Kathy expects bad news about another one also. I could go on and on about this (speaking for Kathy, of course), but she said it is not her place to pass judgement. One lady said the issue was between Kathy and the man, but Kathy says, no, it is between the man and his conscience. Enough said.

I like my new collar. It is reddish-brown leather and looks very nice with my gray coat. Kathy says she has never seen a cat take to a collar with less fuss than I have. How can I make her understand that I don't take being adopted lightly and that I am grateful for my new life? The collar and tag and my very own dinner bowl are tangible signs that tell the world that I belong to somebody...a family. I will wear my collar as if it were studded with precious gems.

I changed the name of my blog. I didn't like it. I almost called it Possum's Journal, but then I thought that, life is a journey, and I changed the name to Possum's Journey. Neat, huh?

I have some more photos for my next blog, so come back for another visit in a few days!