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I'll finally get to see what an Autumn Glory Sedum looks like in it's full autumn glory.
I've always known that the flower heads turn from green to red in the fall, but I've never been around them at that time. So this will be really neat.
They're already half turned, they have a pinkish look right now.
I'm becoming used to the fact that Sebastian isn't coming home.
We still leave the door to the building propped open a little, except for windy days. The door has a glass inset, so it would be bad to leave it propped for the wind to smash around. We prop that open so that he can get it in if he comes home, but he won't be able to get into the apartment until we open the door.
Oddly, Grania seems to be happier and more comfortable with Sebastian gone. It's wierd, because I got Sebastian for her because I felt bad about her being alone after having lived with other cats for awhile.
I guess she enjoys being the only cat.
She doesn't get all worked up around Mossy any more. She doesn't jump up and bristle when he walks by where she's laying. The other night Grania was sitting on my lap when Mossy came over to say Hi. I pet Mossy, then he started sniffing at Grania. She didn't get upset, she just sniffed back, although she was leaning her head back a bit as she sniffed like she was saying, "Hey buddy, careful where you stick that huge schnoz of yours." It was incredibly cute.
Somehow, I get the idea she wouldn't mind if we adopted 10 dogs. As long as they all knew she was in control. But she's not interested in having to share attention with another cat. She wants to be the only lap animal, the only animal allowed on furniture and cuddle animal.
I've had quite a few dreams about the fuzzy little guy.
I miss the wide eyes and silly ghost attacks where Sebastian would dash around taming blankets and rugs. I miss waking up with a warm body curled up and purring reassuringly against my head. Believe it or not, I miss the prompt interruption the second I sat down on the toilet.
He would get up and follow me back and forth whenever I got up to go to the bathroom in the middle of the night to make sure I made it back and forth okay. He was my mini body guard making sure I was safe and comforted.
I hope he comes back. I do miss him dearly. But a part of me can't help wondering how Grania will react, and will she be unhappy if he does.
Wherever he is, I hope he's at least having fun and happy.
I've always known that the flower heads turn from green to red in the fall, but I've never been around them at that time. So this will be really neat.
They're already half turned, they have a pinkish look right now.
I'm becoming used to the fact that Sebastian isn't coming home.
We still leave the door to the building propped open a little, except for windy days. The door has a glass inset, so it would be bad to leave it propped for the wind to smash around. We prop that open so that he can get it in if he comes home, but he won't be able to get into the apartment until we open the door.
Oddly, Grania seems to be happier and more comfortable with Sebastian gone. It's wierd, because I got Sebastian for her because I felt bad about her being alone after having lived with other cats for awhile.
I guess she enjoys being the only cat.
She doesn't get all worked up around Mossy any more. She doesn't jump up and bristle when he walks by where she's laying. The other night Grania was sitting on my lap when Mossy came over to say Hi. I pet Mossy, then he started sniffing at Grania. She didn't get upset, she just sniffed back, although she was leaning her head back a bit as she sniffed like she was saying, "Hey buddy, careful where you stick that huge schnoz of yours." It was incredibly cute.
Somehow, I get the idea she wouldn't mind if we adopted 10 dogs. As long as they all knew she was in control. But she's not interested in having to share attention with another cat. She wants to be the only lap animal, the only animal allowed on furniture and cuddle animal.
I've had quite a few dreams about the fuzzy little guy.
I miss the wide eyes and silly ghost attacks where Sebastian would dash around taming blankets and rugs. I miss waking up with a warm body curled up and purring reassuringly against my head. Believe it or not, I miss the prompt interruption the second I sat down on the toilet.
He would get up and follow me back and forth whenever I got up to go to the bathroom in the middle of the night to make sure I made it back and forth okay. He was my mini body guard making sure I was safe and comforted.
I hope he comes back. I do miss him dearly. But a part of me can't help wondering how Grania will react, and will she be unhappy if he does.
Wherever he is, I hope he's at least having fun and happy.