My words have been when Susie is gone I'm not having anymore pets. Some days I feel I can barely take care of myself after going to the cows, feeding the turtles, cleaning John's truck, my truck, both our houses. Well lets just say I have plenty to do so no more pets. Susie is old so if I don't have a pet it would free me up. No litter, no cat food, worm medicine,flea stuff. No meowing cat always at the front door. Guess what? A cute, nice, gentle cat is insisting I feed it and its good enough to haunt the back door not trying to take Susie's favorite door. I've been telling John I'm not taking responsibility for that cat. I'll feed it my scraps but no bought cat food and no cute little pink collars and it had not dare come around here with a flea on it. So this morning I find myself asking John what are we going to name that new cat? He said I suggest Pauline. Oh no I'm not taking responsibility. Then he said Ruth? My middle name. Well maybe Ruthie. Oh how about Daisy? One thing puzzles me. When the stray cats give birth they always seem to have their litter under my storage shed and I have noticed this Daisy girl hanging around my storage shed. So do you think this means what I think it means?