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| photo courtesy Alena Ozerova |
If you are a soft hearted animal lover who gives
bed space to furry beasts you may want to skip this blog.
I am a
reformed cat coddler. My last cat, Mellow Yellow, was my undoing. After I adopted
him we discovered he had been tossed out in the cold for a reason. He was
psycho. His mellow personality disguised an inner turmoil that required
medication—a cocktail of Prozac and Prednisone. He was needy and he peed
everywhere. But we loved him until he died and then we said, “No more!”
Ding, dong the cat is dead! The word went out
and the mice moved in. Nothing we have tried has worked so we are
cat-pitulating.
