And just experienced another "amateur" mistake yesterday. How can one move outdoor shelving, only to find a shivering, wrinkled and crinkly catt lying BEHIND the shelving?
One that's supposedly a "favorite," yet somehow wasn't noticed
as walkabout when all brothers and sisters and cousins and nieces and uncles were brought in for their winter staycation?
Perhaps some day WaterWitchin will grow into maturity from her current junior status, and post a picture of it in her whoopsie orchid hospital setting. Sitting close by a red-eared slider who is in the same unit...sharing a heating mat. Misery loves company, dontcha know?
Benign neglect, I tell ya. Sometimes it increases the survival rate, and sometimes not.