My coffee is sitting in front of me, getting cold. I have been up forever it seems, fed the boys, did some spot cleaning. Scritches, kisses and cuddles were passed out. I came up here to sit and stare at the computer screen, not really wanting to be online, but wanting to do something. I did read all the old posts, laughed at so many of them and some made me cry. This site will be two years old in August. Time just keeps moving and as things change, we are forced to change with them. I wonder how long I will keep at this, keep updating, marking the progression of time in my rat world. I enjoy journals, keep one on paper even now. I dont often write there, but its hidden away, waiting for words from me regardless. I like to find the silly and bright and keep those words here. I put the sad and depressing here as well because I believe in balance in all things, especially life.

I am fortunate to have things to say at all, to have words to leave here for others to read if they care to do so. I have experience and pain that may help others.

This is my letter to the world, virtual it may be. This will be the place that I had my say, wrong or right, stood up for what I believed. Words can bring change, they can make a difference. Thats why I do write to anyone that will listen to me about the cruelty of live feeding, of selling animals in pet food stores.

Im one person, but my voice can carry to the eyes of thousands. I suppose Im hopeful for change, despite how uncomfortable certain aspects of it make me.

I will always have hope.