I nervously started calling for Sangria (since she is the only one that really knows her name) and all of the cats started filing in from the woods. I scooped them up and put them in our other screened gazebo, which is further away from the house, down at the bottom of a hill, on the edge of the forest. I then went back to the house, grabbed my nail clippers and systematically trimmed all 7 cats' claws!

I started doing some online search on how far cats could jump... and then came up with an idea. Philip has been wanting to do a landscaped water-feature in the back yard... so I wondered if that would be incorporated in an area for the cats, which would give them plenty of space to run around, but keep them safe from all the things that threaten feline lives in the Alabama swamp. I came up with a very-Gilligan solution. An island. Philip and I could dig a moat, fill it with water and that would keep the bears from eating my pussies... and the wild male pussies from fucking and impregnating my pussies. I proposed the idea to Philip and he was ecstatic.

For dinner, I made jerk-spiced chili.

Later we drove into Mobile to purchase the soundtrack to REVENGE OF THE SITH. Philip and I both love the musical compositions of John Williams.