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It's amazing what things a mom will do to help her child feel better.
Meet Snickers.

She's adorable.
I'm crazy.
It's all good.
We still miss TwoFace, but this one has a little divider on her face that reminds us a little bit of him.
The dogs LOVE her and are beside themselves, trying to stay calm enough not to scare her.
At first she'd get all puffy and hissy whenever they came near, but once she approached Smokey, the crabby cat, she decided the dogs weren't so bad. Now they lay down on the floor and she snuggles right up to them. Koda's still a little afraid of her, but Duke's in heaven.

Kenny is feeling a LOT better today. He's a bit puffy, but not too bad. He's been good about the ice packs and salt water rinses and taking his meds. He's well enough to go to see the COUGARS with his uncle today, so all is good here.

Thanks for all the thoughts and prayers. It helped more than you know.


  1. Oh my goodness. That is the sweetest looking kitten I've ever seen! Crazy = good in my book! Have fun with her. SO glad to hear Kenny's at the game. :)

    --Patti in NJ

  2. Oh my gosh is that not the sweetist kitty and nothing makes ones heart and soul better than a new kitty. Glad Kenny made it to the game. Prayers are amazing and I always have one for you and your family.

  3. Hi, I echo Patti and Sue, I'm glad Kenny was able to go to the game.

    I hope you were able to squeeze in a nap...I know..I are a mom...what's a nap. :)

    YOU are a GREAT MOM!!

    Snickers is really cute.

    Hope you have a great week!!

    Kathy from Iowa

  4. Chellebelle,

    What a cutie!! I think Snickers would definitely take Misa's cutest kitty title away for sure!

    I'll just have to come to walla walla and see her for myself someday!

    Your citymouse friend


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