Monday, February 4, 2013

meet George


 He has never had it so good.

Neither have we.

I have always had a cat in my home. When my husband married me, I came with an attachment, a long-haired cat named Tiffany.
I considered him blessed, he was getting a double portion, after all.

With Penny no longer being around, not only was there a huge hole in my heart, but my home felt like it had a hole in it too. A cat-less house is lonely. Since Penny was almost twenty years old when she died, the thoughts of a kitten make me twitch slightly, but a grown cat, 
now, that would be perfect. 



moving lugubriously...

Noteworthy that the day is wet and grey. Not just a misty rain, but a gentle rainfall. We all pulled ourselves out of our beds this morning...