Seriously Skunk. Do you care that’s hot? No, it’s not for you. For the tenth time, “Get off the kitchen counter.” - Yeh, right lady.

What the heck? It’s midnight with noise in the closet. Don’t tell me there’s mice. Or that nasty boogie man. I climb out of bed. Slowly make my way, in the dark, across the room. I dared to crack open the door and saw this…Skunk.

Skunk is back! There he was a tuxedoed teenager, getting his last swallow of momma’s milk in. “Can I get the keys to the catilac meowmee?” His brother George is purrfect.

I, Skunk, pledge to be the bestest kitty you’ve shared this home with. My sissies and my mommy are so happy. We got toys and baby food and our own room. No more barn and no more raccoons, phew. No my baby toes aren’t crossed.

Baby Skunk here. Me and my two bros and two sissies barn born. Mama Greta listened to the promises of local dandies. They live in the fancy barn across the street. I live with raccoons and opossums. They live with cows. Ewww! Mom’s working on a getting us new digs. Neighbor likes us!

This is Skunk’s baby picture. He was born in a barn as you can see behind him. His mother was an innocent young kitty wooed by a tuxedo wearing boy from the uptown barn across the street. He disappeared, the cad. But Skunk has just gotten started. Stay tuned, his story continues….

Who wouldn’t love that little face?

The view in South Vienna Ohio

Introducing Beans, newly rescued before the snow hit. Now flea and mite free and really grateful for the food. Rewarded with a big bunch of biscuits!

Charlie’s decided he’s finally found his home.

Ewww a stink bug’s on the ceiling!