Thursday the 12th
Bummer. Not much to report today. I spun my wheels in the studio for a bit of time today.
I had curiosity and that warranted some reading on the world wide web. It also burns up a whole lot of time.
Last night as it was getting dark, wonder of wonders. Harriet wanted in to the patio porch. Harriet had been gone since a week ago on Tuesday night. Where was that kitty for 8 nights! She looked thin and she headed straight for the water dish. First Snuggles coming home after a missing stretch looking as if something had tried to have scratched the fur across his hips off. Snuggles is healing but still taking the right hip easy. Dennis looked Harriet over and she had not been hurt. The mysteries of the wild life on Stauffer Avenue. Dennis had kept the light on for them, always hopeful.
Hopefully those two will stick close to home. We had given up that either of them would ever be seen again. Honey Bunny used to have the wander lust. She has gotten old enough that home seems quite sweet to her.
I remember in the 70s our pet Snoopy liked to wander about in the fields around us. Snoopy came home one day or it could have been night . . . hurting really badly. Someone had taken a shot at him. Fur babies. The love and attachment to them is fierce, no less than their devotion to us. When they are hurt, the feeling of helplessness is deep.
Dennis admitted today he felt grumpy. I did hear the Tylenol bottle rattle this afternoon. It could be a variety of things for him to ponder through.
Dennis set a can of bean and ham soup out. That in itself tells me a lot.
With that I take my leave. ♥