I always reasoned that it was OK to give away my beloved Mini because I still had the big Fluffy. Now I have neither. :~(
Still no sign of the Fluffers. No response to my signs. Tonight I am expanding the search and taking some signs with tear-off numbers to a few grocery stores and the local pet shops. I am hoping someone has spotted him.
I've been taking it really well because I just assumed he'd be back. But what if he isn't? I don't understand. Is he lost? That thought kills me. If he's packed his bags and joined the circus, okay. But what if he's just lost? I remember the way he'd come tearing after me when I got home after a long day away, or how he'd come to the door if it was raining outside and mew, knowing I'd let him in and all would be well. He knows I'm safety, so why isn't he back with me? :~( Wish me luck. I can't deal with the fact that I gave away all my kittens, Mama was taken from me, and now Fluffy..?! I love that Fluffy-tail clan so much; how can I not have one? Mew.
I'm Stacey. I'm a 31(!)-year-old Wisconsin girl living in sunny South Florida. The highlights in my life are my lovely boyfriend, my aloof cats, my adorable/adoring stepdogs, my two lumbering tortoises, select family members, being outside, being underwater, taking pictures, yadda yadda. Stay tuned for lots of babbling!
A small boy lived by the ocean. He loved the creatures of the sea, especially the starfish, and he spent much of his time exploring the seashore.
One day the boy learned there would be a minus tide that would leave the starfish stranded on the sand.
When the tide went out, he went down to the beach, began picking up the stranded starfish, and tossing them back into the ocean.
An elderly man who lived next door came down to the beach to see what the boy was doing. Seeing the man's quizzical expression, the boy paused as he approached. "I'm saving the starfish!" the boy proudly declared.
When the neighbor saw all of the stranded starfish he shook his head and said: "I'm sorry to disappoint you, young man, but if you look down the beach, there are stranded starfish as far as the eye can see. And if you look up the beach the other way, it's the same. One little boy like you isn't going to make much of a difference."
The boy thought about this for a moment. Then he reached his small hand down to the sand, picked up another starfish, tossed it out into the ocean, and said: "Well, I sure made a difference for that one!"