Just so you all know,
Goldie passed away today.
He was eight years old.
The size of my hand.
He survived being stuck in an urn and two cats clawing from above.
I guess he had enough.
We buried him in the backyard,
He seemed to big for the toilet.
I’ve been back two weeks already and barely more than two posts. Sorry.
Every spare minute in the evenings has been spent working on my novel. I’m two thirds of the way through the first draft and making great headway. If I can manage to keep up an hour or two every evening for the next six weeks or so, I’ll be done! But that means posting will be light for a while. I’m sure I’ll get a wild hare and have to rant about something before long and as usual, cat pictures will appear as scheduled.
