I was awakened this morning by a full bladder, and a bad dream.
It was 3:18.
After emptying my bladder, I snuggled back in bed and thought about my dream - it was an odd one - I was going to Home Depot for batteries.
I was with Aaron - we were in the Heep.
There was an epic storm brewing, and we were taking our life in our hands just to go out at all - it was like an end of the world ice storm - there were no cashiers at Home Depot to check us out - the store was abandoned, and people were looting.
I looted some Snickers bars.
I can still hear the brown paper crinkling in my hands.
Then someone stole the Heep and Aaron and I were in dire straights -
really dire straights - so I woke myself up.
I layed there til the alarm went off at 4.
Is layed there right?
Did I lie there?
That always confuses me.
Thank you so much for all of your kind words yesterday.
It meant so much to me - truly it did.
Glenco and I read them all - and teared up thinking about that sweet Jinksie.
It also helped me get through the dental trauma.
I'll share that with you tomorrow.
I'd like to introduce you to CC Jones.
I have no idea why I like giving my cats middle and last names.
I just do.
Calvin was procured at the same time we bought our little vintage camper.
"What's that you say?"
"You have a little kitten who's mother has been killed?"
"It needs a home?"
Say no more.
Calvin is sitting on my arms now, making it nearly impossitble to type.
Yes - it's almost IMPOSSTIBLE!
You'd think I'd move him?
Not a chance.
While of course he isn't replacing Jinksie - he sure is soothing the ache.
At first he just made me miss Jinks more - and I constantly called him 'Jinks' which was just terrible to me. I've come to the conclusion that I just can't live without something furry in the house.
Glenco was a bit surprised at how quickly I embraced another cat - perhaps he fears that he'll be replaced that quickly!
He's so different.
He's just what the Dr. ordered.
I was concerned that he wouldn't want to stay in, and would break my heart further by rejecting my obsessive cat love - but alas -
this feline has become quite taken with the life of an indoor cat.
He's the quintessential lap cat.
Where I am - there goes he.
As I type this, he's on his back, massaging my face.
I'm smitten with this danged kitten!