Karma

OK, folks...no knitting tonight.
We're all about our four-legged friends.

My mom and I FINALLY caught a little feral kitten from the group she feeds.
He's the last. This summer was full of kittens and he's the only one left.

Meet Herr Max.

The poor little frightened, stunted, parasite-ridden kitty finally got to the vet...he's clean - no FIV or FELV, but he's got minor problems to be dealt with.

He'll be OK.

Because someone got to him in time.

Folks, before you think about a breeder or a pet shop, go to a shelter.

Please...how many of us are mutts?

Me?

I'm Polish-Romanian-Jewish-Danish-with-a-drop-of-Irish and Lord knows what else, and I turned out OK.

Watch the comments, folks.

After all, is there any guarantee that Suri or Shiloh will be perfect? Gene pools don't mean anything, people - that's why there's a Page Six.

Please, save a little life if you can.

Tonight, please enjoy pics of my mom and Herr Max.


Night all.