i sent this little cat to michelle yesterday after work. who knew that not even an hour later, i would be standing in shock filling out a police report at 24 hour fitness. thankfully, none of cat's sisters were stolen. just my purse.
on the way home, i was sitting at a stoplight and a guy pulled up next to me and said, "hey, make sure you clean up all that glass (it was still all over the seat) because a piece blew into my eye and blinded me on the way home after my car was broken into."
i just had to think...wow, if a stranger smashing your window and taking your stuff wasn't frustrating enough...:/
anyway, i'm rambling, but just seeing 'buster anne' (michelle promptly named her) answering the phones the second she arrived across town the next day brought a smile to my face. and i realized, it's more annoying to have my purse stolen than anything. i still have all the things that matter.