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Ok. I know this post is a bit late, but heck, I'm lost! I don't have any kitties to foster and I don't know what to do with all this excess time. You'd think I'd work on writing something worthwhile, but that's such a time waster, really! I'd much rather be watching, My Big, Redneck Wedding!

Anyway, hope you had a special day!

Hope I get some kittens soon! Until then. See a cute photo of Spencer and my Valentine's Day tulips. See? I scored some nice flowers even though I'm mean to my boyfriend!

...Ok. I give up. I have too many cats.

There.

I said it.

Would you believe I just contacted the President of a pet food company and asked him if I could get a discount, considering I buy about TEN cases of 5.5 oz cans of cat food a MONTH, plus supplemental grain-free dry (they get just a little bit) and about EIGHT POUNDS of RAW (see my article Why Your Cats Are Fat, Sick and Unhappy)

To my amazement, said President, kindly wrote me back and suggested I become a RESELLER!!! Having my own Graphic Design business, I find I have a handy, never used, TAX I.D. number, so technically I could sell pet food to other folks and buy mine at WHOLESALE.

This is way better than just a retail discount.

My foster cat is gone. He was rescued from being put down two weeks ago. During that time I've fallen in love with him. He's one of the most wonderful, charming, sweet, silly and chatty cats I've ever known. He's my poor Stanley, reincarnated. Stanley, the cat I only had for five short years, who died suddenly and unexpectedly from HCM. Stanley was the only cat I ever chose to be mine. He didn't find me. I found him...on Valentine's Day. He was proud and serene; a gorgeous, tuxedo Maine Coon. He was the one. The cat who all others would be compared with. He died almost five years ago. I still miss him.

It's been a few days. The emotions aren't percolating as badly, as they were on Friday. I'm calm enough to write.

Although the entire journey is going to be detailed in my Foster Cat Diary, the event, itself, sparked a question—an old question; one I never seem to understand any answer other than this:

NO.

The answer is NO.

I just got back from a 2-hour visit with Dr. Larry. He's my Vet. I love Dr. Larry. He might as well be my own brother; the one I wish I had. I'm paying for his kids college education, considering my monthly tab at Maple Ridge Animal Clinic. I might as well be considered family!

This visit was for Spencer and Gracie. Barely two months ago, I brought them both in for a checkup. Spencer was viciously attacking Gracie and her daughter, Petunia. It was terrifying and upsetting. I thought Spencer was suffering from some sort of health issue and had to rule it out before I started working on possible (yet again) behavior issues.

What I found was that Spencer was simply STARVING. Yes. I said, STARVING. He was SO hungry, he was furious. To better vent his anger, Spencer went after the two most submissive cats.