So...Miss Kitty (James and Nicole's Bobtail Maine Coon) finally had her kittens...er...kitten. Not black and white, when it dried it became more of a grey and white with a bob tail like Mom and a bit of tabby stripe mixed in with the grey. Off for a closer look next week. And whose cat only has 1 kitten, anyway...lol!
Mom and fuzzy fur-covered marshmallow are both doing fine!
So...the garden spot is just going crazy after all the rain and sunshine...and the green peppers and tomatoes are big enough for cages now.
And looking forward to another gardening and brunch (and kitten) day with Nicole next week.
Lost my oldest friend this week. After two brushes with death (once being brought completely back from flat-line)...and after spending more days in hospitals and rehabilitation centers than out in the last two years...she finally was released to home on Monday. She died that night. At home. In her own bed. The way she wanted. Surrounded by those who loved her and her animals. I am, perhaps selfishly, grateful that we were able to celebrate our combined birthdays together one last time. She was 57 this year. I turned 56. It was a wonderful day, and we laughed a lot. I am honored to have been a part of her life (and her, mine) for over 43 years. We should all go with such grace.
Until next time around, my friend.
Planting a rose soon in her memory. She is to be cremated and her ashes scattered up on the hill where her childhood house stood until it burned in 2014...and where we used to play as girls.
I will miss her.
Was planning a four day retreat (Fri-Mon) this week...it seems more important than ever, now.
See Everyone Tuesday!
