Last night, I was calling for Buster to come in, at bedtime. He
didn't, so I did what I normally do after I close the blinds - I watch
for a cat-shaped silhouette sitting on the air conditioner.

As I was making my last rounds, I see it. So I open the door, saying,
"Come on in, sweetie," but it isn't Buster.

It's Spot, aka Sir Richard. He still has on the hot pink collar that
his new slaves put on him. The collar is a little tight (he's grown
since they adopted him!), so I loosened it a little.

Spot let me skritch him for a minute or to, then wanted back down, so
he could go back home.

I also got to see Bubba Kitty, aka Miracle Kitty.

He and his owner came over yesterday, and he sat in my lap and
kneaded, purred, and mrrrped the whole time they were here. Little
Feet was not so much jealous, as he was curious about where Bubba
Kitty has been (Little Feet always insists on sniffing the feet of
anyone - cat or human - who has been outside). Okay, he was JUST
jealous enough to sit right up against me as long as Bubba Kitty was
in my lap.

I love times like these, when I get to see happy, healthy cats that I
have cared for, in their forever relationships.

Hugs and Purrs,
Mark