Weasel is a wonderful example for "knowing your limits." I stopped by our local package store one Friday afternoon and saw a little, steel gray kitten about 6 months old using the flower boxes outside as his personal bathroom. The owners asked if I needed a kitten;they were feeding him off and on (when he showed up) and knew I liked cats. I agreed, saying I'd come back the next day with my cat carrier. My intention was to let him be my barn cat. I already had two house cats. I arrived back at the store the next morning, carrier in hand, only to find Weasel passed out drunk in an empty tequila box in the corner of the store. The clerk told me he'd slipped into the storeroom, knocked over and broke some wine bottles, and proceeded to lap up the spilled contents before they noticed. He was so out of it, he couldn't even stand up straight or walk without falling over. I thought he was going to die so I rushed him to my vet. Long story short, after 3 days of de-tox, Weasel came home neutered and sober. He failed as a barn cat; he kept falling into areas he couldn't or wouldn't get out of and I got tired of climbing over hay bales, etc. to rescue him. He's now an inside, fully at home with the family, cat. We named him Weasel because he "weaseled" his way in to our hearts and lives.

Virginia Weddington
Bristol, TN