Insane In The Brain
After all, what other kind of insane is there?
I found myself searching for a beagle rescue group in South Florida.
Now this is insane. Who the hell needs a dog anyway? Not me. The cats give me enough crap to deal with.
Literally. As in litter. There is A LOT of cat crap. And I am not even counting the crap that happens outside, where I never see it. I have seen the cats in the flower box attached to the neighbors house. Now there are plants in the thing, so I can only speculate as to what they do in there. But the plants seem to do really well.
So do I want a critter that will leave poop in the yard where I will see it and invariably step in it? No. Not really. Nobody needs that.
So I can only attribute the whole incident to insanity.
I took some meds. I feel better now. No more crazy urge to run out and adopt a beagle. Or anything else that eats and/or shits.