As long as we can, Buck and I sit out on our spacious front porch - 30 feet by 12 feet deep. We've been blessed with extraordinary weather this late in the year this year, in that we've been able to sit out on the porch, in our shorts, most evenings until at least 8:30. Tonight, we're out here again and are being "serenaded" by a heavy, steady rain. Quite soothing, actually. In a way, knowing that the ground will be softer to prepare for Tucker's final resting place.
Through all this, we are surrounded by a myriad of our outside kitties, who have perched themselves upon the porch railing. So, as I look around, I see Mama Chiefy, daughter Sally, Squeakers, Violet, newly-proclaimed president, Thelma, and Sally's brother, Mack, asleep in my arms.
I'm gonna miss my porch settin' time with my babies. This "time out" certainly is more theraputic and less expensive than any drug therapy I can imagine.
Through all this, we are surrounded by a myriad of our outside kitties, who have perched themselves upon the porch railing. So, as I look around, I see Mama Chiefy, daughter Sally, Squeakers, Violet, newly-proclaimed president, Thelma, and Sally's brother, Mack, asleep in my arms.
I'm gonna miss my porch settin' time with my babies. This "time out" certainly is more theraputic and less expensive than any drug therapy I can imagine.