Since the weather turned warmer, I have been able to see two of my friends, Gigi and Indira –one at a time, of course. We sit on the screened in porch or outside ten feet apart and can talk for a couple of hours. It’s always breezy this time of year, usually a wind off the ocean. I feel both Gigi and Indira have been holed up and behaving with extreme caution so I feel safe with them. It helps a lot.
Read MoreIt has been a week and a half since Xena died in Woody’s arms. Mingus, who was her most loved elderly kitten, howls a lot and keeps looking for her. He is clearly depressed, doesn’t want to cuddle or play. Schwartzie is a bit subdued. Willow has come into her own and has gone from timid to bold, adventurous and all over the place.
Read MoreMy beloved cat Xena died this week. She was euthanized Wednesday. She had been a bit off starting three weeks ago but only this week, she stopped eating except for baby food I fed her. Then she couldn’t eat even that. My vet had retired in April. I had trouble finding a vet on the Outer Cape that was open except one…
Read MoreMonday, for the first time since Marsh, my friend and assistant Dale came in to work. We observed distancing, put on masks, were careful. A lot had piled up over the last six weeks. Avalanches were threatening. We decided tentatively to work every other Monday for the time being. ..
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