Good News: I found a cat - well, not fully grown, still a little small - but I found her on campus, dangerously close to a busy street. I decided to take her home, feed her, give her shelter - because I didn't want her to get flattened. I can't keep her, though - I'd like to - I've grown attached now - but I can tell she belongs to someone. She's far too friendly and clean, plus her claws have been clipped. I already put an ad in the paper and have flyers copied to post around the area where I found her. Hopefully, she'll be back home by Monday. On a sadder note, I read in the paper this morning about how a woman was killed by her son's SIX pitbulls ... it was just ... horrible. That must have been a horrible way to go ... and her son ... who owned the dogs ... imagine how he must feel. Would he be able to look at his dogs the same ever again? I don't know ... Why do I think of dumb things like that? This ... just ... yeah ... your pets killed your mom ... your beloved pets killed your mom ... what do you do? How would you feel. I feel sorry for him ...