Little devils

Please, and thank you.

Warm and fuzzy

I am so emotional today. I'm PMSing bad. I just want to go home and sleep.

I'm in the mood to help. Maybe I'll buy some necklaces from here http://www.theuapo.org/projects/akola.php to help widows from Uganda's Buwala village.

Chirps

I love all of this. Looking at these makes me sad. Last night, Bradford and I went to the Bee's Knees for an early dinner. When we got to his house and got out of the car, we heard this really loud animal scream. It was obvious it was some kind of animal in pain. I couldn't see anything, but Bradford saw a black cat running across the yard, and he said, "That cat has a mouse in its mouth!" I was like, "Oh my god, is that what that noise was?" So, I got in my car to go home, and as I was driving down the road, I looked over into this yard, and I saw the cat, and it didn't have a mouse . . . it had a baby bird!!! I just got so pissed at this cat --- even though I know the cat is just being a cat and it attacking a bird is all part of nature --- so I jumped out of my car and schooed the cat away. And the baby bird couldn't fly because its wing was wounded, so it just hopped around, chirping and scared to death.

Anyway, long story, but it's been on my mind since last night. I knew there wasn't anything I could do. I couldn't touch the bird, and I knew that the cat would just wait until I was gone and continue doing what it was doing before . . . being a cat.