My sister sent me a text the other day that said she had a “cat question” for me.
I have earned the unofficial title of “the widow lady who lives alone with her cats” much to my dismay, although I do love my little charges as evinced in the Joey on the Lam debacle I posted about this summer. Continue reading “Saint Prances”
When we tuned in last, I was in hot pursuit of my cat Joey.
Well following the hound incident, I have wracked up two other Joey-related, albeit odd experiences. Continue reading “Mirages and possums”
Sick and tired of the string of losses and constant heartbreak over the past couple of years, I literally went to the dogs this weekend. Continue reading “To the dogs”
Grief is an annoying houseguest who won't leave 