My ends are pretty loose in this run up to the next hearing. Flipping my calendar pages to find something else I realized the magistrate also set a trial date, if needed, for March 21st. I’m visualizing not needing that one!
Ann emailed yesterday to let me know they lost Bandit. He flashed across my mind this morning, thumping along on three legs, shoulder to shoulder with Herman. Well, shoulder to kneecap, Herman hopping up and down to shout in Bandit’s ear. They knew each other only briefly at Ann’s, but they were vivid in my mind’s eye this morning.
January has been tough on pets. We lost Jan’s buddy Ryon on the Sunday of Epiphany. I wonder about him, too. He did not leave the basket on my dresser if there were strangers in the house or too many feet on the floor. The grandkids would crowd into my closet to entice him out of the basket. That Sunday he was napping on the sofa. Jan looked up when she heard his claws unhook from the fabric. Ryon rolled over and was dead. Heart attack? Stroke? Aneurism? He got a brand new pillowcase and is buried in the cat graveyard.
Toby kitty took a few days, but has settled into being the number one indoor cat. Purrl only knows there is one less cat accosting him at the door.
I just hate snow!
On the other hand, I don’t go out in it, and it is lovely falling down so.