Strays

You know how when your kids get into school and start making friends, they bring extra children home with them? If your kids are anything like mine, they want them to be part of the family and move into their rooms. Eat dinner. Spend the night. A house full of stray kids before you know it.

I don't mind that so much. I kinda like it.

It's when the animals start doing that very same thing that I have a wee problem. Lou the Loud has invited friends from the neighborhood.

I opened the door earlier this week, to let Lou in (he roams at night, carousing), and another cat came to the door, expecting to be let in. That cat above. Just waltzed right up to the door. I know he looks a lot like Lou, but he has long hair. My dogs quickly put him in his place.

So I stepped outside to say hello and make sure the cute kitty wasn't malnourished. It took a bit of petting to determine that, no, I couldn't feel its ribs. And yes, it's very cute. I'm sure it belongs to a neighbor.

Then I heard it. Hissing and growling in the bushes. Lou brought home TWO friends! Bad cat!

What on earth? There's not enough peanut butter and milk for my children's friends AND Lou's friends. Suggestions are always welcome, people.

Until I write again ...

Flea

P.S. My Hunny has taken matters into his own hands. Seems the smell of cat pee on the front stoop was a bit much. He unleashed the hounds. When that didn't work (I swear, that orange one kept trying to get in), he broke out the broom. Problem solved.