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Wednesday’s Cat
Caliban is home after being missing for more than 2 weeks… but I have not written since he has been back. My energies were depleted while he was gone, and have taken a while to build back up some. I am still not quite right, (am I ever?).
I missed one trip to Newport while Caliban was missing… I hardly went anywhere except to look for him. I have been out a couple of times since, so that is about back to normal.
But my mind still seems to be off a bit.
Actually, I have been having a lot of unusually sudden low periods. I am swinging back and forth emotionally more than is normal for even me. How long will this go on? (that is a rhetorical question)
My little beasties are very important to my life. They are my friends. And they really do make my life easier – except in the morning during feeding time at the zoo. But it is all worth the effort. Maybe I am just being overly vigilant right now…
I have had many thoughts about what to write, I have just not been able to think them thru. I hope to get back to more regular writing soon. Once my mind settles back down to its normal craziness, things will be better. Until then… pet Caliban.
BTW… the Cat Fence has been repaired so Caliban can not get out again.
This is my little Caliban – not so little really, he is 17 pounds. But I always think of him as the Little Man.
Caliban has been missing since last Sunday night. That is not very long… but it feels like an eternity. My kitties take care of me. And Caliban loves to sleep on my desk right here by me. He is a companion for an agoraphobe.
I have not been thinking about much else the last few days… I know that is not good for me, but it is all I can do. It has been harder to think clearly about much at all.
But my hopes are still high, and I am doing the best I can.
Sounds like a clever title, but it’s not. My cat Caliban is missing. He sleeps on my desk. He likes to climb in my lap… He got out sometime Sunday night.
I am devastated…
Io is a great little kitty. He is also known as Io Schmio, and Spotted Nose Kitty. In the photo, he is climbing out of a display case thru an opening because of a missing pane of glass. Io explores everything.
Io likes to cuddle up at night, next to you, in a small kitty ball. He also likes to find the highest spot to sit. This is not a brave cat. When we moved, he spent the first month hiding in our bed… he was not seem downstairs much at all. But he is all settled in now.
When he sits or lies next to me, he will rest his chin on my hand, or arm. He can stay like that a very long time. Io likes to be close.
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