Miracles
I finally had a chance to catch my breath from the events of the last six weeks or so. As I write this, there's a grey and white pussycat sitting on top of the table that now serves as a desk in a bedroom that has been re-purposed as a den. Executives have an office. Lions have dens. Tom thinks he's a lion. At the moment, Mr. Lion is trying to lick his tail. His front foot that he's trying to use for balance keeps sliding across the glass. It slips, he puts it back, and he tries it again. He'll figure out in a minute it won't work, and he'll try something else. Tom's official title in the den is "Senior Vice President in charge of being floofy". Tom is a very fluffy cat...so fluffy, he's floofy (pronounced floo-fee). Miss June is now in Indiana. She called just a while ago and left a voice mail. She's in possession of her own telephone. I hope it's a smooth transition. That she's alive is a miracle....