What happens is not as important as how you react to what happens.

In honor of Snugg’s birthday this weekend, the folks here at the Nuthouse Preserve have adopted a new cat, or rather, the cat adopted us. Kendall named her Pepper.

Living on a corner of several adjoining rural roads, where there is also located a fallen in barn of ancient origin, many irresponsible butt wads tend to see this as the ideal place to dump unwanted cats that they were too irresponsible to care for. For the most part, these cats and kittens turn wild and their short lives serve only as a food source for the local fox and coyote. Rarely does one venture close to our house, making Pepper the rare exception to the rule. She made friends with Kendall and soon made our front porch her new home. I told Kendall he could keep her ONLY if he earned the money to have her spayed and get her shots. I made her and appointment at the local animal shelter and was able to get her spayed, all shots, and a microchip for just $16. She spent the night recovering in Rascal’s large crate last night, and since arising this morning, is now lost somewhere in this monstrosity of a house. We have looked for her for over an hour and no sign of her. Hmmmm.

Well anyway, this is our present to you, our beloved Snuggs – a rare post from the Nuthouse and the gift of new life to an abandoned kitten.

PS - This was written earlier today. I thought I had published it already, but apparently not. Duh. Anyhoo, we didn't locate Pepper until around 6pm. She had snuggled up under a chest in Kendall's room. I would've posted a picture of her, but my goofy image host has gone awry again and tells me that I no longer exist. I'll post one as soon as they get their ducks back in a row, Snuggs!