This morning Peri let me know that her stinky goodness turned to stinky badness and she wasn’t going to eat it.
And she was hungry.
So I did what any cat-servant would do…I ran to the store (sans make-up and shower) and bought her a six pack of her absolute favourite cat food and I served it up to her ASAP. Whew.
That was how my day started.
It’s been full-on since.
Pickles and I had a walk in the late afternoon and I snapped some photos of the field and the bare trees. There’s something about the nakedness of winter that I like. Nothing is hidden. It is cold, stark and the light in the sky is muted and low. I walk along and get lost in thought and when I am brought back to the moment, I see that Pickles is walking right beside me, as faithful as ever, keeping pace with my footsteps. I reach down and give her a stroke and am rewarded with a small little whimper and a very waggy tail.