I see dark shadows watching me all the time out of the corner of my eye; I fear my time is coming to an end soon….Please watch over my cats. ~Somewhere, Somewhere
The washing machine changes gears from one cycle to another. I think a belt must be slipping. But since I need clean pants and shirts for this trip, I ignore my worry. After all, it’s still working even if it’s loud.
The suitcase and bag are open on my bed; a cat lies within each. Not that I’m packing them, of course. As soon as I unzip the black fabric, though, the best cat-trap ever is opened. Theodora peers at me over the sturdy zipper. Her ears flick front to back and she slits her eyes. She contemplates destruction. Howard, on the other hand, is already asleep. Continue reading