With all the election hash and rehash here is some positively good news. After losing our 19 year old kitty this past May, the Mrs. Freightdawg and I decided it was finally time to go save (or doom, depending on your point of view) a couple of more kitties. We adopted a couple of litter mates from an animal rescue group here in Abq. They are about 4 mos. old, the male is solid black (named, after strenuous objections from Mrs. Freightdawg, "Raven" for the Edgar Allen Poe poem) and the female is black and white (named "Duchess" for her regal deportment and coat markings). Little Raven is extremely precocious (I've already fished him out of the dishwasher TWICE) and a budding typist (one trip across the keyboard and I had web pages show up that I didn't even know existed!) Our other two chillun', the stately Munchkin and Callie the psycho kitty, are coping the best they know how, but there is still a considerable amount of hissin' and spittin' goin on.

Hopefully in about a month or so we should be able to load some pictures of the whole family. Stay tuned.

(Duchess just took a header into her water bowl. Low degree of difficulty, but spectacular execution)

Freightdawg the proud papa.