NOW A CAT MOM

Once upon a time, years ago we had four cats. Not including the ones we fed on the porch. By the time we said good by to Springfield we were down to two. Bandit, the big fuzzball, lucked out. The couple that bought the house loved her and she got to stay.

Mom went into assisted living and took the little tuxedo, Midge. The less said about where I spent the last two years the better. However I am also in a decent facility, just not the same one. Mom has been having a lot of breathing problems and it was decided that allergy to the cat was probably one of the the problems. So. About five weeks ago I bacame mom 2. To be honest she has more free space to move in. And Midgie Swivle Ears is slowly learning which strange noises she needs to worry about and which can be ignored.

Which brought back a memory. Actually rereading old journal entries but what the heck. One. We used to watch a lot of war movies. Twelve O'Clock High, Band of Brothers, that sort of thing so a certain degree of explosions were common. Two. Springfield does not get very many thunder storms and most of them don't last very long. One evening we got one of the big ones. A few crashes and the cats are looking around. TV is off. Couple of good crashes overhead and they are getting nervous. "Whatever this is make it stop. You are the humans after all." Half hour after the storm stopped we still had laps full of cats.

Housekeeping was in during lunch. Midge is very tired. She takes her job of replacing the fur on the rug most seriously.