The height of our tornado It was ironic that my last post talked of owning twelve cats because that was the last day that I did. Own twelve cats. Now I only own eleven. This was our Colin last Summer. He loved arm chairs Colin loved to play He liked to meet people. He would … Continue reading Stormy weather
Sometimes I ask myself why I live with so many cats. Why do I put myself through all the extra work, and accept the irritation they sometimes cause? Like stepping all over my keyboard! Mostly, I wonder, how many more times can I go through having one of them put to sleep? Colin is dying … Continue reading Small victories
It is said that you get what you wish for. Personally, I have my doubts about that and although I did say, yesterday, that I like thunderstorms, I didn't actually ask for one to arrive. ................. I feel I ought not to be writing about frivolous things, when the country is going up in smoke. … Continue reading Don’t be old in the USA
If I start with something funny, maybe I will get myself going. It's a little hard today. One of the reasons I have not been all that fond of Summer, particularly in these parts, is that they are "buggy". I haven't changed my mind about that, as I am apparently highly allergic to some particular … Continue reading Who’s been in the window well?