So after crapping on a half-dozen cycling relating garments last week I took Bonnie outside and got out the axe and ...no really we just gave her away. I put an ad on the Oregon Bicycle Racing Association (www.obra.org) mailing list, which goes out to all of the members' email addresses. Within an hour I had a couple of people wanting to see pictures of her and on this past Sunday she was picked up by a nice woman.
Yea! I am sure she will be fine there. She will be the only cat, there are no kids in the home, and no remodeling going on. I didn't tell her about the pooping because she didn't ask and 90% of the time Bonnie didn't have any problems. It was only when her environment got all messed up.
So Clyde is now the only animal here. The boys weren't too sad about it, since Bonnie wasn't really too friendly to them. Clyde is more the family cat. Most nights he sleeps with Jack at the foot of his bed. Grandma and Grandpa Reed are glad not to be stepping on poop early in the morning. This weekend I think some squeezed between Grandma's toes. Yummy.
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