It's morning somewhere

It's a little late for Sgt Mango to be concerned about Daylight Savings Time. Actually, I had to purchase a couple new clocks for two walls. I put them up and they make a slight snicking noise. Grey Feather was very excited about them, trying to knock them down so she could see what they were. I set the clock on the floor and the kitties had a great time, trying to catch the second hand. Sgt Mango kept on, even after the others lost interest.

As always, check out the wonderful animal pictures linked for Friday Ark at The Modulator.

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I was reading the latest Cat Fancy magazine. An article entitled, Little Joe Lands, by Anthony Hall, tells about a cat shipped from Beirut to the United States:

He was found at 3 months of age, under-sized, hungry and blind. His lungs were full of dust, which is typical of pets in war zones, according to an American veterinarian.

I've always figured if war wasn't good for humans, it was even worse for animals. They're smaller and have no way of knowing what's happening. Poor creatures. They get caught in humans' wars, even though they have nothing to do with any part of it.