As you know, Dad sells soap to keep me in kibble. Over the last three years he’s been working his fingers to the bone getting the business established. This spring we were finally feeling like our heads were finally above water; for the first time in a long time we felt we didn’t have to worry too much about being able to pay the mortgage and keep food on the table and tasty food in my dish. I was worried there for a while, I thought I might have to go out and hunt for my own dinner, but Dad has been pulling it off.
Then, this week we had a “one step forward, two steps back” moment. Dad’s car was stolen, and with it one of the most essential parts of his business — his lovely golden canopy tent.
No canopy = unable to sell at outdoor markets = sharply reduced income = starving Mr. Kitty.
Thankfully, the car was recovered by the police and only slightly worse for wear. The canopy, however, is gone, gone, gone.
If it were up to me I would find the person who did this and drop a giant poo on his pillow and in his favorite shoes, or maybe even deliver a giant hairball because I am especially good at throwing up hairballs on cue, no matter where I am or whether or not I have hair to throw up!! but alas it’s out of my paws.
You can help though…
Can you help a kitty out? We’re fundraising to get a new canopy tent so we can get back on track ASAP and the kibble can flow again. Dad says he also has to pay a deduckibble to fix the car, I personally have never heard of such a thing, but it has the word “duck” and “kibble” in it so it has to be good, right? Dad will reward the generosity of all donors with some goodies from his shop.