The interweb, much like the Yankees and the weather just won’t cooperate this week.
And so, since I have no time to write a real post, I’ll leave you with this:
Fred’s back!
Don’t know who Fred is, click here.
More food later, until then, enjoy your moment of cute.
A Chicken In Every Granny Cart 
Hi Fred! Nice to see you back here.
I could look at that fuzzy Freddy face all day. :)
Aaaaahhhh! Fred! I wish I had a Fred! He’s as handsome as ever. Will you make bread?
If Fred could say more than “merow,” I’m sure he’d say, “thank ladies, good to see you too.”
What a handsome fellow—and obviously too well fed to be a stray. One place we lived in St. Louis, a neighbor’s cat would come over to visit most afternoons. He didn’t try to mooch any food or anything. Just would hang out on the couch for a while. Then when it was time for the neighbor to come home, he would go to the door, ready to leave.
Oh, he is an attractive boy. Given how well-fed and friendly he is my guess is he already has a home. Cats are funny creatures though. A friend’s cat once decided that he like the neighbors down the street better and so after a series of discussions it was decided that the cat should go and live with them. I do like the source of his name: I have a gorgeous cat named Lula Mae Barnes myself. You’ll appreciate this too: there is a children’s book about a cat entitled “Varjack Paw”. Remember the library scene?
TerryB — You hit the nail on the head, the thing that keeps me from feeling guilty, Fred’s too much of a Tom for me to feel guilty about not being able to let him into my home for the fear of breaking out in hives from head to toe.
And what a lovely, funny story. I wish I could let Fred in to hang out on the couch…
Mary — It’s so funny how you and TerryB have almost the same story! Were you guys ever neighbors? That’s hilarious about Lula! I guess Audrey was a bit feline.
Aww, I used to have an outdoor kitty named Fred! Freds are the bestest.