I feel like I wasn’t that great a guest blogger this week. What with the unexpected road trip, wasn’t really at the top of my game. Never quite got over feeling like the person who arrives at a party wearing the wrong clothes but I really appreciated the gig. Thanks to Doug J and John for so kindly inviting me. And thanks to the Balloon Juice Commentariat for (mostly) being so nice. Sharing space with the roster of incredible writers here and this rocking community has been the high point in all my years of blogging.
So a fond farewell and I’ll leave you as I started, with a pet post. Dad and Mom’s other two cats were quite miffed that I didn’t post their photos and demand I rectify this glaring omission. So here’s Pickles:
Pickles is the fat cat in the family. Not quite Tunch fat, but close. She’s the dainty one. Quiet. Undemanding. Well behaved. Kind of like Lily. After Phoebe died, she and I bonded in our grief. We had some long talks about how much we missed her and after that Pickles stopped hiding from me. She now waits on the bed and deigns to allow a skritch behind the ears.
Jack on the other hand is the problem child:
He’s the feline equivalent of Rosie. Bossy, destructive and sprays inside the house when he’s pissed off. He pretends he’s tough but he’s really a big wuss. He started as an outdoor cat but the folks finally transitioned him indoors to cut down on the vet bills. It was getting expensive to have him stitched up every time he lost a fight. Which was always. He still mostly ignores me except when he has to step over me to get to Mom’s lap. But he’s a good old boy in his own way and we love him.