RecipeMuncher

Last Friday, while trying to unwind after a hard week of work, by doing some yoga, I was interrupted by a knock at the door. Standing on my porch were three teenage girls. At first I was mesmerized by the eye make-up. It was an impressive sight to behold, the artistry, the sheer quantity of it. Then I noticed a tiny black and white bundle in one of thier hands. They started their tale. Apparently the little kittie had been dumped at the beginning of our street and and older lady (even old (...)