Getting more spring-like every day. Mid-sixties today and lots of sun. A walk outside and a good day at work. Daffodils are sprouting and speedwells are flowering in our back yard. But...
...where are the little black pooshka and her big ol' creampuff boyfriend? The day Swirly rested on my lap for 90 minutes, the sensor light on the deck went on 3 or 4 times, but I didn't turn around to see the visitor. And since then, no sign of the cats who have sheltered and eaten here for going on five years.
We know the puffy cat is not well, not grooming himself, but the last time he was here, he ate heartily in spite of his wounds. Is the pooshka with him, wherever that is?
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