The people around here have been a bit sad. Our father, Milo, who lived next door had to go to Doctor Vet for the last time.
He was old and his injuries from years of fighting off other toms had slowed him down and worsening arthritis made walking painful. Doctor Vet wasn’t able to make him better this time.
Dinah cried when they told her.
But on the bright side … the cute tabby kitten who came to visit is the new cat next door. His name is Sticks (or maybe Styx?) and the people got him because Missy was lonely when Milo left.
And another happy thing (well, we all think it’s a happy thing!) is that Mrs. Possum and her pocketful are back.
They did leave for 2 days and the bi-peds were concerned. Then, on the day it poured for hours, look where they were:
…scrunched up, at the very edge of the shade sails, trying to stay dry. Silly possums!
But since then they’ve returned each morning to the little possum house that The Man made for them in the carport.
Apparently, Dinah has a lot of writing to do so we’ll be back when we can get some keyboard time…