Day 19 of my quarantine...will Marquette's REAL brother please step forward!

Sitting on my window ledge.

The sun has bleached me!

Me!

Yesterday Mommy Kathy came in to play with me. "Where are your balls, Possum?" she asked. Tomorrow that question will take on a whole new meaning! I go in for my surgery in the morning and get to come home on Saturday morning. Then it really will be no time at all before I join the others in the main part of the house. I am still hoping for Wednesday of next week. In the meantime, Marquette and I are still having playdates a couple of times a day and Mommy Bonnie and I are bonding. She isn't so afraid of me any more. Hooray!

We all got checked for fleas yesterday and we all passed inspection! Even the dogs. I wonder if birds get fleas? I will try to publish some photos of the dogs and bird so you can see what they look like. And I also got some requests for photos of the vineyard and the acres in Huntington, as well as a photo of Mommy Bonnie. I will do that soon.

The leach bed is in for the septic system on our Huntington County property and that was the part of the septic that had to be done when the ground was dry. So now the tanks can go in and the foundation can be dug out and the basement poured. Hopefully the weather will cooperate and it won't rain. Mommy Kathy is going to go work in the vineyard tomorrow, so she will be able to see the progress with the septic.

Mommy Kathy had coffee with her dear friend, Karen, this morning. Three hours over coffee! What do they find to talk about? We want to say hello to Karen who might read my blog from time to time. And hello to Karen's husband, Luther, too!

On Tuesday when my mommies were at the land, Mommy Bonnie was waiting for Mommy Kathy at the camper because she got there first. When Mommy Kathy arrived, Mommy Bonnie told her that she had seen a gray cat that looked exactly like me near the camper! It could have been my twin, she said. This cat was skittish and ran away when Mommy Bonnie stood up to get a closer look at it. Poor Mommy Kathy. She started wondering if she had brought home the wrong kitten (me) and whether I really was Marquette's twin. Let me defend my position as second in line to The Crown Prince, Marquette.

First of all, the man under whose camper we were born reported that my mother, CTL, had only TWO kittens...not THREE! Secondly, Marquette and I, according to Dr. Stover, are exactly the same age. We both got our big boy fangs at exactly the same time. I don't know who that cat was that Mommy Bonnie saw, but there was NOT a third kitten in our litter.

Mommy Kathy, of course, wishes Mommy Bonnie hadn't even told her about the other cat. Her parttime job can barely support us now. The other day at the vet's office, Mommy Kathy asked the girl at the desk for the routing number of the bank account the vet's office uses. The girl looked at Mommy kind of puzzled. "I'll just have my paycheck direct deposited into your account," Mommy said. The girl didn't get it.

By the way, in case you are wondering, CTL stands for Camp Timber Lake. That is the name the lady who took my mother gave her.

~There is no such thing as a free kitten. ~