There are not enough hours in the day. That’s all I’m saying. You know?
My girlfriend and I went for a walk to the store, and on the way back we adopted a kitten. “Babette” was a stray who approached us near an apartment house. We found some tenants who lived there, who said she lived under the porch, had no owner, and her momma had gone away. Poor thing has a URI and gunky eyes and ear mites, and frankly, who knows what her fate might have been.