I still miss that lost kitten Dillon, who I planned on naming Styx because he went through starvation hell before stumbling through our yard last spring. A part of me hopes the universe will put two ginger boys like him in our home. Chance is, after all, how we ended up with our three past and present kitties.
Instead, I keep getting taunted. Yesterday, our page-a-day cat calendar teased me with the following image of two kittens…
As for our elderly Jezebel, she surprised me this morning. I heard a sound like she’d settled onto something soft. I looked toward the dog bed bequeathed by my parents after they lost their pet.
Empty. So was the couch, fitted with a big fluffy blanket Jezzy often enjoys.
Where was she? I scanned the room and discovered her right near where my feet had been.
|A vertical bed, Jezebel? Really?|
And I have good news on my eyeglass frames. The tightening loosened just enough so that my vision is now perfect through the super fancy, months old lenses. Yay!
As a final note, let me leave you with something I hope will tickle your funny bone. My dear friend and talented writer A. Catherine Noon shared an image on Facebook today.-