Rescue

I realized I was a cat lady when last year's trick-or-treaters got to my front door on Halloween and pounded on it for treats.  Of course, I didn't open the door because I didn't want the cats to get out.  As I sat in the quiet behind the door, I heard the kids comment to one another "How come she doesn't have treats for us?  She has food out here for the cats!!"  They were indignant.  So here is a lesson for next year.  Come Halloween, I will pick up the food bowl and put it out the next day. 

Otherwise, I will be sending a mixed message.  Sigh. 

Oh, Tigger

Animals leave more than footprints on your heart.  They leave holes when they go upstairs to watch over us.  Tigger died of cancer in late February of 2009.  The hole he left in my heart is still there.  It always will be.  I have other holes in my heart from other animal companions.  A tale of the swiss cheese heart.

Until then, peace