The worst thing about these rainstorms (aside from getting wet and possibly dying from pnuemonia or hypothermia) is, I can’t feed my kitties. It might be a week, or more, before I’m finally able to hook up with them again, and dish out a nice, delicious, nutritious breakfast for the li’l rugrats. . . They’ll survive alright in the meantime, but I’m sure it’s not a lot of fun for them.
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Ace Backwords is a former cartoonist, writer and semi-normal human being. He's been sleeping in the bushes in the Berkeley hills for the last ten years with his four feral cats, Moo Cat, Fatty, Mini Scaredy and Micro Scaredy. Future plans include growing old and dying. Preferably in that order. View all posts by Ace Backwords