Look at this thing. Just look at it.

Have you ever seen anyone so tiny and cute?

Eva insists that is is one of her pitbull puppies from her time before rescue. She grooms and loves him. She is teaching him everything about being a dog. Poor Eva. One day she may learn that he is a cat (I think) and then she will be sad.

Our friends at Motor City Auto Repair found him. They love and protect animals. Little Kimba couldn't have chosen a better place to show up.

The point if my post today is that he is SO little.  I mean, this tiny meezer mix wouldn't have had a chance without Motor City Auto Repair and a little help from Greta's Haven. People don't fix their animals because they have some vague idea of pedigree or, if a dog, AKC registry. I want people to understand that these things mean NOTHING. The AKC will register anything so long as their money is paid to them. They don't check bloodlines. They don't verify lineage! If I was going for fast money I could breed a Doberman to a Mastiff or a Dane and claim "King Doberman" on AKC papers. They wouldn't question it. They wouldn't bat an eyelash for the exploited dogs. This is wrong. It produces sickly dogs. It produces a market that shouldn't be with ignorant buyers waving their money.

But this is about meezer Kimba. He deserves a loving home with forever people. Don't buy into the hype of pedigree. Buy into the hype of rescue, doing good and making a difference. Kimba will thank you. Four million dogs and cats across the United States will thank you. Even exotic pets like bunnies, rats, lizards, snakes and hedgehogs will than you.

Please please please, adopt, not shop. We need you on our compassionate team.

It just so happens that when you adopt an adult dog who has never been house-trained and foster a whole bunch of cats who are scent driven jerks, you will need, eventually, to replace your carpet.

The stench in here is ridiculous. And when humans, with their weak noses realize it, too, then it is time for action.

So action we have! Mom is slowly pulling up sections of carpet. She is also getting sliced by carpet tacks and swearing (and bleeding) a lot! Carpet, pad and tack strips are Mom's job. Dad will be doing finish work with the saw - pulling up the particle board and putting down a solid sub-floor!

I hope my feet don't get splintered since it might be a few months before real flooring can go in. Still, it will be nice to have a sweet smelling home! 

Mom says that stink is a side-effect of rescue. But she also glared at Eva when she said the new sub-floor have better never be soiled!

Yesterday we had a terrific adventure! 

I was out in the yard for my morning business when, suddenly, there was Poe! How did the little kitten get out? I said "Woof!"

Dad said, "What is Orrin barking at?"

Mom came to the door and looked at me. "Orrin is on point," she said. "Wonder what he's got?"

"Ah, probably just a muskrat." dismissed Dad. I wanted to shout, "No! It is Poe! Poe is out!" but mom doesn't like barking, especially before dawn when it could disturb the neighbors.

After Dad left for work Mom went into the bedroom to grab some clothes.... and then she noticed. The vent from the air conditioning unit to the window had been pulled out leaving a lovely, kitten-sized gap through which Poe could escape.

"Poe!" Mom called in the house, "Here kitty kitty!" Adina and Gabriel came running but not Poe. 

"He's outside." I said to Mom. 

Mom ran outdoors with a flashlight calling for Poe. But he wasn't anywhere! Getting more upset, Mom went to get the live trap. As she was setting it up, there was Poe trying to get into the now closed window! Mom approached him with a tin of food but he hissed and fled. It was like he became feral again as soon as he was outdoors! Mom set the trap and then sat at the kitchen table, crying a little and trying to think of what to do. It was still very dark outside and Poe was so little to be alone!

And then there he was. Just outside the screen door. "Oh, Poe!" exclaimed Mom. Because I am an awesome dog and because I know that catching Poe would make Mom happy and also because I know that the door doesn't latch, I pushed through to catch Poe. 

I chased him for awhile. I don't know why he ran from me. In the house we are buddies, you know. But he ran and then he got away. Not wanting to waste this lovely dark morning with the almost full moon shining down, I decided to keep running. The neighborhood is so quiet at 4AM! I could hear Mom behind me, beseeching me in angry whispers to come back and maybe even cursing me a little! I just kept zooming along. I rarely get a chance to zoom! Eventually I got tired. I could hear Mom's little bare human feet hitting the sidewalk "pat, pat, pat, pat" and then she was there, snicking a leash onto my collar.

So we went home under the moon with Mom crying about Poe.

When she had to leave for work, Mom left the window through which Poe had escaped open. Her internet friend John told her to leave a tin of stinky food on the inside of the window so she did. Then Mom closed the door so that no one else could get out and she went to work.

Guess what? When Mom got home Poe had come back through the window, eaten the tin of food and fallen asleep under the bed. 

So all is well that ends well. Poe is home safe and sound, the AC vent is fixed so it can never happen again. Poe is also wearing a collar and tag and I am just waiting for the next time I can get out to traipse around the neighborhood, adventuring in the light of the moon.