False Alarm

Luckily, the Moocha pregnancy is a false alarm. I hadn't seen her in quite awhile, and certainly not recently, prior to Larry the Neighbor Guy's announcement yesterday evening... so I had no way of knowing the accuracy of his statement. I knew that she had been on the verge of kittens the last time I'd seen her, but since it'd been several months since she'd last graced my porch, it was possible she had another batch in the oven.

But surprise, surprise, Moocha showed up on my porch this evening right as I got home. Fat, poochy mama belly she has, but no kittens. Which, I've got to admit, my wallet is very grateful.

And hey, I got a new neighbor friend out of the deal, so all's well that ends well.

Oh, and since I'm following up on my last post seemingly, Ashum's all registered for the fall. Yeah! But seriously... Musical Appreciation: Classical Western?! I loves me my old country songs, but I don't know if I'd sign up for an entire semester. Now, Western Classical, maybe...