Since the email account I have for you has become defunct, that was the real reason for posting.
Independent, MA? Yeah, sure. These loafers might be hell on moths, but they couldn't catch a cold, let alone a mouse. You have to really admire that level of independence.
I had, oh, ok, we had, a seeming siamese with a mother named cinque in reference to certain stuff going on at the time. The kid cat was named spackle, surely wrong, looking back, but he lived with it.
You remember the plant in the truck? That was from D and D's neighbor, Ann.
Ann, who has three cats from Petsmart, a kitten family now grown. I only met the gurl,
Ahhh,
so many pets to be let go in the financial crisis. Breaks my stone heart.
I've just had some rental neighbors disappear.
I pictured you forlorn in your home... alone with no more cats and just wanted to bump it up for the more comforting folk to take over. I had no idea what to say, and fumbled in my reply on my fourth try.
either. Thanks for the thoughts.
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