In between painting stuff.
I saw my sister when she passed through town – a brief break for Indian chaat lunch and chatting.
Got Sair started on her summer class (Dante).
Moved an assortment of stuff from now-unfurnished rental to my house, where it is replacing the less functional stuff we had.
Mostly meaning that I am shuffling around furniture and muttering.
Took all the more worn fabric stuff to the Animal Shelter for bedding.
Since I’m still checking there regularly.
Because we still haven’t found Nikki.
I am off to leaflet houses in a targeted areas later today.
It’s a bit complicated since a lot of the area is actually big apartment units and dorms, but I’ll improvise.
I’ve postered up there dozens of times, but the signs just get pulled off.
I am still thinking he may make it home eventually.
We lost Silmi, my awful tortie girl
She was, indeed, the Worst Cat Ever – peed on any cloth and rugs on floor, and if there was no cloth just chose random corners.
But we are sorely missing her.
She had an abscess and underlying problems (kidney?) and just slipped away.
Ornery to the end, of course.
We were keeping her inside because she seemed shaky, but when my sister came over I was distracted and forgot to close her in.
So she went out the cat door, and spent her last afternoon out under the rosebushes in the sun.
She still had her purr at 5am that night, but slipped into a coma about 6.
For an Ebil Kitty she was very loving, and – despite the ruined rugs – I’m glad we had her.
Tom had forgotten that when her previous owner died, her other possible home was another friend’s family.
The notable story about said friend.
Years ago the woman knew future hubby was the “right one” because he solved a problem for her.
She had two fish, and one of them seemed to be bullying the other.
So while she was out, he flushed it.
Kinda glad Ebil Kitty didn’t go there.
She had constant laps, lots of pattings, and she outlived her nemesis, Motley, which means She Won.