Mama House

No one is currently living in my mom's old house so I'm trying to keep the grass cut. It had gotten a little out of hand. Well, actually, it was kind of like a jungle. 

I cut it a few weeks ago and the grass was chest high in places. It took hours on my riding mower. When I went today, it was much more manageable but it had grown a bunch.

I got almost halfway through when the rain came. It's typical for this time of year - the sun blazing one moment, and the next your running for shelter.

When it finally stopped, I started cutting again and when I approached the big oak in her front yard, I caught movement out of the corner of my eye.

When I looked closer, I saw this little kitten. It was drenched to the bone and was covered in fleas. It was starving. Not sure what the story was, but I couldn't leave it to die, so I brought it home and dried it off. I used Ol' Buddy's flea comb and got most of the fleas off of it.

I then engaged the services of my niece Samantha who should have gone to school to be a vet because she is great with animals. 

She told me she would nurse it back to health, but I had to find it a new home. So here is the first installment of pleas to give this baby (female) kitten away.

It's a cute little rascal, but she can't stay here because of our dogs. So, please spread the word.