Friendly fire, isn't.
Earlier today an FBI agent was shot (and later died) while tailing three armed robbers near where we live. On the ten o'clock news they said that even though none of the suspects were reaching for their guns, the FBI panicked, started shooting, and hit their own guy. Weirdness.
It's also weird how just one less person in the house can make such a difference. After Muff died I realized I was feeling "off" all the time I was at home; not sad, exactly, but it was very clear that she wasn't there anymore. I finally figured out what's wrong. When she was alive, I could feel her in the house. I knew that I had three cats, and they were there, and everything felt balanced. Now there's this spot right below my breastbone that feels "empty", and I think it's my "sense" of them reaching out and trying to find Muff. Except it can't.
It's also weird how just one less person in the house can make such a difference. After Muff died I realized I was feeling "off" all the time I was at home; not sad, exactly, but it was very clear that she wasn't there anymore. I finally figured out what's wrong. When she was alive, I could feel her in the house. I knew that I had three cats, and they were there, and everything felt balanced. Now there's this spot right below my breastbone that feels "empty", and I think it's my "sense" of them reaching out and trying to find Muff. Except it can't.