It's All Good!

This morning I came out and found a little kitten tail on our sidewalk. The only thing I can think is that Bullet injured his tail and it necrotized and fell off. He was racing around this morning like normal and I didn't even notice. I nearly got to touch his head, but then he ran away. Sigh... the life of a feral kitten.

Would you rather be forced to dance every time you heard music or be forced to sing along to any song you heard?

Would you rather be an unimportant character in the last movie you saw or an unimportant character in the last book you read?

Would you rather travel the world for a year on a shoestring budget or stay in only one country for a year but live in luxury?