The cats have integrated into the household so well that… get this…
… they missed me while I was gone.
I know. Isn’t that just the craziest thing you ever heard of?
Jilly has become “my katt”. She’s bonded with me for some reason, probably because she can get on my lap any time of the day and stay as long as her butt isn’t in physical sphincter-to-arm or sphincter-to-face contact. I happen to like her, too.
Below, you will note that it is not Michigan. I was there last week and it was most certainly not Michigan. It was warm, I sat on the patio and drank a chai (addicted to the stuff), and basked in the sun in my shirt, sans jacket.
I was still painfully grateful to be home. I missed Jilly-boo. And everyone else, too. And eating my own junk food.