On this trip South I found a nice kitty. He didn't like his leash, but I'm sure with some time he would have been okay. I named him Sparky after one of my favorite relatives whose name is also Sparky.
But, alas, Pam said that I could not keep the kitty. I felt bad because he was apparently very hungry. He had resorted to digging in the ground with his nose to try to find food.
If any of you want me to bring this kitty (or one like it) home to you please get with Pam.
Thanks,