Meet Frank
So, last month, I let the dog out after dinner and an orange ball of fur strolled in through the front door.
Meet Frank (Yes, Jess named him.)
(You'll have to excuse him for not getting up. this picture was taken the day after he disappeared and returned to us as a walking scab.)
After Frank introduced himself to us, and made himself comfortable, I called all the vets and shelters to see if someone was missing a cat. (He was obviously someone's cat) After a week and a half of no word, we realized that Frank was probably dumped. (Which seems to happen a lot out our way. I guess we look cat-friendly) so we adopted him.
Since my last post, a month ago, (I'm sorry, things will get better when I have internet access.) We've had two more trees come down. No, My widow maker is still there.
Jess's last day of school was the 27th, and we've been having a blast since, but I had forgotten how tiring it can be to entertain a 6 year old all day, everyday.
I'll try to post more and even throw in some knitting along the way.
































