The good: looks like the storm's gonna give us a miss and hit Lafayette instead, only minimal impacts in this area; also our dealer promised he'd come by today n.n;

The bad: Aww, christ, I think we missed our deadline for getting a vet consultation and getting the gals snipped. Shadow is [1] uber-affectionate [2] feeling a little lumpy in the belly area if it's not my imagination [3] very very loud. I think we might have another friggin' batch of kittens on the way. Also, yeah, Penny and Peebs have definitely wandered off.

I know they're Not Our Cats and we're doing more for them than most semiferals get, but even amid the spoonlessness of COVID and our global pay cut at work, I'd really hoped to do more for all of them. It would have been nice to find them all proper homes.

Still, Umbra and Moe (Larry? we literally could not tell the three tabby Stooges apart though we're pretty sure Shemp was Curly) didn't have any trouble finding cushy homes. NOLA is an egregiously good city for cats; there are water dishes and food bowls on almost every block.

I just really wish I could have saved them all personally forever and ever. And I don't think we can offer Shadow indoor space like our neighbor used to, if she is preggers. The best we can do is provide food and maybe a nice box with some blankets out in our (laughably permable to cats) bike shed.

C'est les chats. 🤷​