sat in front of Preservation Hall, the historic jazz hall in
New Orleans' French Quarter.
Hello again, my precious kitties and delightful homo sapiens,
I am sure most of you know that a large number of evacuees of Hurricane Katrina came to the Houston area to seek shelter. Today, I was reading through some of the Houstonian news, and I came across this touching article written by a woman named Tara. She discusses how her kitties survived the ordeal of Hurricane Katrina, and how she even managed to build them their own "kitty evacuation shelter":
I cried myself to sleep in Houston thinking I'd killed my cats in the days after Katrina. I will never take them for granted again. But chances are they will never have their own bedroom again, either. That was ridiculous.
I believe they survived because I created a "kitty evacuation shelter" for them in a guest bathroom with enough food to last a month.
It was truly touching to read the love of this human pet for her kitty owners. May we all have pets who behave as such with love and respect for our needs, even when their own are threatened.
Until the next time,