Officially Home

While was in New Hampshire, I left my house in the care of my cats. They are such good kitties. They didn’t have any friends over or throw a party, which I thought they might. I had left a small opening for them to come in and out, sort of a cat window, and I had wondered if Sandy would invite her best buddy, another yellow furred feline in to play. But all was intact. Timid Tillman stayed with the vet, and I picked him up this morning. I suppose he was happy to see me, but then he is almost blind and is treated well by the staff there, so it was hard to tell. The main thing is, except for a few tufts of black fur from Nora, everything was in tiptop shape, and we are all under one roof again.