I spent the last half hour tearily telling Fëanor my troubles. He can be such a flighty cat but when I am sad he somehow always manages to be here, coiled next to my head, on the left, just like when he was a kitten and I was a working-too-hard single girl with not much to live for.

Or purring, sphinx like, on my chest, patiently listening to me sob ( Read more... )

We have arrived in Chico to spend the weekend with Patrick's mother, who has been watching Fëanor and Suna for us. I missed our kitties. Our little family is together again!


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Just because I can, here's my cats.


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I am going crazy again ( Read more... )

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I'm back from Burning Man ( Read more... )