These are the thoughts and observations of me — a woman of a certain age. (Oh, my, God, I'm 65!) I'm single. I'm successful enough (independent, self supporting). I live just outside Chicago, the best city in the world. I'm an aunt and a friend. I feel that voices like mine are rather underrepresented online or in print. So here I am. If my musings resonate with you, please visit my blog again sometime.
Kira got into our cookie stash and ate a batch of cookies and a tray of candies my mother made the other night.
ReplyDeleteI think he's a passive aggressive cat. Just sayin'....
ReplyDeleteseparation anxiety...i think!
ReplyDeleteLook at it this way: I have a friend who, if she doesn't get out of bed at 5am to feed her cat, said cat takes a whizz on her feet. So, could be worse. I think about that when Lucie is whining at me at 6:15am to get up and feed her. I mean, she could be peeing on me somehow, so meowing is a lot better than that!
ReplyDelete:) (Kitty misses you)