Eighteen.
That's the number of cats my neighbors left behind in their apartment when they moved out last week. Holy Moley. I finally understand where the fleas were coming from...
Sarah offers a bit more insight.
About Me
- The Tilted Tulip
- It's time I come clean. My name is Erika and I'm a thrift-aholic. I'm a stay-at-home wife, mama of one, and on those rare moments when I'm not at a thrift store, garage/estate sale, someone's attic, etc., I can be found at home in my teeny-tiny apartment in sunny San Diego making things out of felt, reading blogs, baking pies, chillin' with my fat cat, Quincy, smiling at my husband and making up ridiculous jingles. Although the sun and I are not the best of friends (I prefer cold, drizzly days to palm trees on the beach, and long socks and scarves to flip flops and bathing suits), I'm discovering the many joys of Southern California living. I'm making it my new goal in life to bring you a treasure-trove of vintage and handmade goodies and hopefully bring some cheer and goodwill into your life.
2 comments:
sorry for being insensitive to humans, but what's going to happen to the cats now?
Yeah, poor kitties! I don't really feel bad for the fleas though, go gettem' Crabby Rangoon! ;)
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