Day three.

In case you wondered, I am not counting a day two.

It was a day wherein administration and other bothers managed to seep through my firmaments.

It was no pocation, that's for sure.

Today was better. If you've followed this blog for a while you know that my beloved cat Schubert passed away in April. I've been sad ever since, and I was very much unready for a new black kitty until now.

Yes, I do have a couple of other kitties. But if you know me you know that I need a black kitty in the house.

So we went to this to see if there might be somebody to help solve that problem.

Now there's a new baby in the house. Ray named her Meg White. We named her Meg White Sheba.

I've been doing some serious decompressing. Today I mowed the lawn and it was triumphant. I hope taking this break changes me somehow.

I have an adorable black kitty to pet now, thank you very much.


Karen J. Weyant said…
We lost our cat this past week -- and are thinking of getting another cat, but it's a bit too soon for me, I'm afraid.

I love your new black kitty! Best of luck to the new addition.
Penultimatina said…
Karen, I am so sorry to hear about your cat. Many thoughts of comfort coming your way. *hugs*
Artichoke Heart said…
There should always be a black kitty in situ, I think. My too-young tabby Tampopo died unexpectedly in November. I wasn't sure if I was going to adopt another cat or not, but then Nanami the Kitten came along. It's a special kind of happiness, isn't it? :)