Long live Baghdad Girl!
If you haven't heard of Raghda Zaid and her Baghdad Girl blog, I'm telling you now. Go read it. She's only fourteen and she's surviving in Baghdad. Yes, in Iraq.
Teaching is pretty much the same as it ever was.
On the cat front, Sissy has returned! Shortly after I posted waaaay back in October, Mom called with the news that the neighbor had called with a "Sissy sighting". I went home that week and stomped through the woods, in the rain, calling her for over an hour. About half an hour after I got back to Mom's house, I saw a thin gray cat out back at the trash barrel. I managed to get outside without frightening her, and as soon as she saw me, she came running to me, flopped on her back, and let me scratch her belly. I scooped her up and got her inside. Poor baby, she was nothing but skin and bones. Apparently, those mousies out in the woods are hard to catch.
I got her to the vet's office ASAP, and he said she was healthy, but thin. Luckily, she was up to date on all her shots, so he just had to give her some drops for fleas and ticks and a worm pill (which had to be repeated two weeks later). Mom kept her for a week so she could rest and gain some strength before rejoining the "herd" and having to fight for position at the food bowl. She was very quick to retake her position as head cat; although Zippy still isn't allowed near her, she has made up with Bubba and learned to tolerate Mimi... to a point.
Oh well, far too late for me to be up. Good night and take care. I'm saying a prayer for Raghda.