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Sam accepted an offer with a company in San Francisco. Rather than be apart again, I elected to resign from my job and move with him. I've got another week at work and some packing and cleaning to do, then I sell the house* and ( Read more... )

 I feel like a bad cat-mom.

Sam and I have two cats. We had three until last October when Five (the middle kitty, but also the smallest and blackest) slipped past me when I was heading out the door one evening. I cried, I put up posters, I walked the neighborhood with flashlights and friends, I coordinated with neighbors, my breath caught when ( Read more... )