I'd like to tell whoever may read this about myself. I am a sixty-three year old mother of 12-- cats that is! There's Fluffy, Fancy, Bernard, Rico, Molly, Martha, Petey, Richard, Lucy, Margo, Lionel and Titus. They are my babies! Now, I know a mother isn't supposed to favor any of her babies, but I especially love Lionel and Fluffy! But don't tell Bernard that, he's the jealous one!

Why, just the other day Lucy killed a field mouse, ate it's brain and drug out all its intestines... then, she dragged it through the house! It was the most adorable thing ever! Pictures are up on the Facebook!

We added two more babies to our happy bunch! They were two strays (Male and Female), and I just started feeding them, and before I knew it, they started hanging out under my porch. Its usually was really difficult naming them, considering I go through a rigorous naming process. First, obviously, I check the gender of the cat, which narrows it down greatly. Then I get into the hard stuff, what does the cat like? what kind of disposition does it have? And based on my answers, I finally named the cat. This process usually takes a while -- poor Margo didn't get a name till she was three years old. But these two broke the mold. Just days after I had taken them in, I let them outside for a while. I few hours later, they came home covered in feathers of a bird they had just killed and just started doing the nasty right on my porch! Heavens, it was so loud, my knitting circle and I heard it all the way from the parlor! We all went out to investigate, and we saw them. It was a hoot! Poor Nellie, one of the members of the circle, almost had another stroke, so we took her to the hospital. In the waiting room, we began talking and I connected it... feathers + loud, wild, premarital mating= Breaking Dawn! So I named them Bella and Edward!

I'm so embarrassed. I have Edward Cullen posters on my wall, and sometimes, when my hip is feeling alright... I put on my Elvis records and dance for him like a regular old harlot! But of course, my arthritis is getting worse, so Edward doesn't get the show as much anymore.