Hey friends and followers it's Friday. You know what that means, right? Yep, it's time to drag out this joke until it begs for mercy or the BBA's stop being as bratty as my naughtiest kitty. Since neither has happened just yet I guess It's time for another installment of cat and crumpets. This is my foster failure September. She's two and simply angelic. Unless a mouse or tasty crumpet crosses her path. Then she loses all decorum and transforms into a ravenous beast. Note to all: Do not foster pregnant kitties or you will end up being the Crazy Cat Lady. Not that there's anything wrong with that . . .
If you're new and wondering what's up with the crumpet obsession, you can catch up here or you can just assume I'm a bit nuts. Both work for me.