Tondra's getting up there in years.....17, quite respectable for a cat.....and all in all, is doing quite well for that age.
Sarah's seven now, at the prime of adulthood, and having lost her large wetlands to play in that she had at our last house, is really hard up for *attention* and a *playmate*.
She tries to play with Tondra. Tondra isn't interested. When she gets to be enough of a royal pain in the tail, Tondra hauls off and clocks her one. But that's the extent of the interaction.
Sarah needs a playmate, clearly, although equally clearly she doesn't want one---she wants the one she already has (me) to stop this silly going to work thing and stay home all day and play with her.
That's obviously not going to happen.
With all the flooding we've had in southern Indiana, we're also having an adoptable animal crisis. We have several counties whose humane societies are desperate to adopt out critters of both the feline and canine variety.
So today friend Ellen and I betook ourselves down to Morgan County, to the humane society in Martinsville. And when we came home again, we were three: me, Ellen, and Morgan LeFeline, a ten pound, two year old, black and white female. ("Morgan" she came with; "LeFeline" I bestowed on her on the way home.....a girl's got to have enough name to be able to hold up her head around Tondra Shadowcat and Sarah Jane Sparklecat Getouttathere!) And I always did like Morgan LeFay.....
