I will be working at the kennel my family has used since I was a kid.  I'm really excited because the place is nice, and because I've been there a thousand times since the hurricane, I've gotten to know a few of the staff members.  They seem pretty cool.

When I first evacuated here, my mom made me board the cats because she hates cats.  Henry, my feral cat (and I'm not kidding about the feral part--it's a long story how I ended up with him), bit the manager badly when she noticed he was bleeding and tried to see if he was okay, and I had to get him out of his area because nobody there could touch him.  It was a big mess, but the manager and Henry are both okay now.  The manager was pretty understanding about the whole thing. 

Jeremy continued to stay with them for a while after the Henry incident, but I got to bring him home after a month when he started to show signs of anxiety.  Jer is pretty laid back, so it took him a month to become at all concered about being in the kennel.  Then, of course, I had to board Argus, McKeever, and Jeremy when I went to New Orleans (Henry stayed with the vet), so I've been at this kennel a lot in the past six weeks.  I think I'll like working there.