|Rheya, "They waz gonna do what to me at the pound!?"|
Something strange is going on since yesterday. I think my hoomin finally snapped. I heard him talk to somebun I couldn't see. There's a funny smell coming from the kitchen, and it's not the stench of burned water for tea.
I sayz to him, "Is there something I need to know!?"
"Yes, there iz," says my hoomin.
We have a rescue in the house. My hoomin named her Rheya, after one of the characters in "Solaris" by Lem. She came from a pound in Sarasota, where today, she was supposed to get "pruned from the timeline."
Now she's a foster. She still needs her special operation. We don't know how old she is or if she's still growing. Yesterday she clocked in at an under whopping three pounds. But, she seems to be in good spirits - eats hay like a madbun. Last night she inhaled her first dinner salad - cleaned the bowl.
The official line right now is that she's looking for her forever home. Only time will show how that's going to work out.
We'll keep you posted,