Mister Plunket
So Now You’re 62… Yes I admit it. I am a “cat lady”. After my youngest son left the nest for college, I just happened to drive by an animal shelter. My car seemed to have its own mind as it quickly turned in the driveway. “I’ll just look around,” I thought. Well, you guessed it – I walked out with a pet carrier holding a long-haired butterscotch colored cat. As I walked by his cage, I saw a half-shaved, sad looking cat. I asked about him. They said he was so badly matted when he came in to the shelter they had to shave him, but he could only handle one side at a time.
When your nest is empty, consider adopting a pet. by: Patricia “Golden Girl” Lynne