My old cat died of renal failure a week or two ago, and, sooner than I expected, I happened to come home with a new cat. Or, rather, a kitten.
This little gal is really cute, and playful, and sooo demanding. I find I'm spending more time with her than the pond. Gone are the days of running outside just to look at the pond, 'cause I don't want the kitty to be all alone.
Gee, how does one split time between her two loves??