Greetings. I hijacked this journal since Mom never writes in it anymore. They call me Biscuit. You would not believe the luck I have had with my life. There I was, just a youngster minding my own business, when my so-called family decided to kick me to the curb. I was trying to beg at this place that had a lot of chicken smells, and here comes this SUV with a woman and a couple of older kids. I could tell she was a softy, so I gave her my best "mew" from behind the safety of a lightpost. She stared at me a bit and drove on through the place where the chicken comes out. I decided I had misunderstood, and wandered off to see what the trash held for dinner. All of a sudden there were bright lights shining on me and the woman and the girl-child were tossing me bits of chicken. I got a little too close, and the woman grabbed me by the scruff of the neck. I paniced at first, but she did not hurt me. Within moments I was wrapped in a soft blanket in her arms. I showed my appreciation by mashin on her with my paws (she said I was "makin biscuits"). We were in the car for hours, but it was worth it! You should see the crazy place I live in now!! Mom, as the woman became to me, decided to call me Biscuit. I like her, so that works. I lived in a room by myself for a long time, but Mom and this big "Dad" guy came in to visit all the time. I could smell a few other felines outside the room and occasionally even a canine or 2, but I had no idea who all lived here! I am allowed into the next room where Mom and Dad sleep now, but I have slipped through the next door a few times and tried to say hi to everyone else. It is a wild and crazy jungle, but there is good food to eat and soft beds to lie on and pettin's whenever I want!! Life sure is looking up these days!

'Till next time
Biscuit

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I persist in calling these guys "The Ferals" even though they are not anymore:



Left to right: Dally, Tavi and Tikki

And here they are a month or so back checking out their new kitty condo:

Biscuit checked out well at the vet - at the visit that led to me quitting my current job (Friday is my last day!! WOOOOO!!) and going to work for my vet! :)
Anyway, here is a picture of the sweet chicken Biscuit!


We decided at the time not to treat his diarrhea but to wait and see if it cleared up with a diet change. That has not happened, so we have to go back soon and get some antibiotics.