My friend Olive has had a month of evil. Two weeks ago her daughter had her
3rd miscarriage. Last night her roomie's car got repo'ed and in that hustle
their dear little kitty Fluffy escaped. Lydia, the daughter, is kicking
herself; I'm afraid she'll do worse. She said having that little cat there to
love was the only thing that helped her through the loss of her baby. They
all live on a busy city street full of warehouses and old buildings. Please
say a few, and purr a few, for Fluffy to be successfully reunited with people
who love and miss her; and poor Lydia, who's been through enough already.

Blessed be,
Baha