This one’s a bit long, hope you’ve got a few minutes. This time last year I was in Chicago taking care of a few things.
Last Tuesday night, we lost our cat YoYo. He had been having mini seizures for a few weeks and finally a big one took his life. He was almost thirteen which is not really old for a cat but he packed a lot of living into those few years. He was by far the most vocal member of our family and he is sorely missed. It feels like the heart has been ripped out of our household.
Here’s the story of our move from Chicago.
Late night thoughts from my tired mind.
Whenever I would tell people how many animals we have they would always make some crack like “Old Lorenzo had a farm”. Then I would say no, a farm produces a product. What we have is more like a shelter.
Is there a man among ye? Apparently not!
Bad things are happening to squirrels around here, and somebody is responsible.