Oh my shattered arse, I am dying. Can you get pneumonia overnight? And I have 97 hours of proofreading to do. Yesterday I worked from 10 a.m. until midnight or one in the morning. I had a dream that I got a new job, and they set one of those rotating book displays in front of me, like they have for paperbacks at the drug store? And they told me I had to proofread all the books in two and a half hours. I woke up all sweaty.
Nevertheless, I have dragged myself out of my iron lung to ask if anyone in Michigan wants a kitten!
My friend Dottie, who has 854445930459 cats already, had this little kitten come running out to her in a driveway. He only weighs four pounds and he was covered in sticks. Dot thinks he has been outside a long time, but has definitely been around people because he is a sweet cat.
Her husband has put the kibosh on their 79th cat, here, so she has to find him a home. The vet guesses he is six months old. Not that the vet thinks he himself is six months old, he thinks the CAT is six months old.
So if you're in Michigan and you can provide a GOOD HOME for him, let me know. Dot will deliver. Because she is ridiculous that way.
Okay, off to attempt to breathe in without coughing for once.