Days that rot

Some days are better than others. Some days rot. Waxing gibbous moon last night Ours started with a hairball. Nothing unusual about that. We scoop them up by the bag full. But this morning, suddenly: Sikkim was contorted on the floor, crying. Animals hide pain. Crying was not a good sign. Her stomach seemed in … Continue reading Days that rot →

Do small worries still matter?

Having a potentially sick cat in the house is always going to distract me from anything else that's going on. It's one of those things, where you know something is up, but the cat is not telling you. You just know. He looks sad. He looks depressed. Grant says his eyes are sunk. 😦 Anyway … Continue reading Do small worries still matter? →