I feel slightly self-destructive right now, thinking about animals. I got an email about dogfighting:-( It's terrible how so many animals are mistreated... And I feel guilty still from time to time when I remember adopting my cat Newton (who now has different owners) from Animal Control. There was a woman, crying, bringing in a cat to stay there because he wouldn't use the litter box. I think for urination, which is more difficult to get out than defecation (one of our cats would usually defecate outside the litter box and Joey has always defecated right next to the litter box -- even before I introduced him to Mrs. Bates). Anyway, they told her he might not be adopted and may end up having to be put to sleep. This was really upsetting to hear, but I had already agreed to adopt Newton (who had spent a very long time in the shelter, so I'm glad that even though he didn't work out in my home, he did find a good home). I wish so much that I'd told that woman I would adopt her cat. Our houses are old, anyways. Though that was technically when I was still living in the apartment... But I feel so bad for not helping that cat. Michael's mother asked if I was going to get another cat. I want to, but I'm afraid of the cost and I know Joey doesn't even like having Mrs. Bates around (though I know he's more used to her).