Christa sent me this link; I thought it was a hoot and worth sharing, especially given that I’m doing what my friend Margaret calls “the prospectus flail.”
She — Christa — moves out tomorrow. It feels weird. It’s a good thing, since we’ve been broken up for months now, but this apartment’s going to feel awfully big and empty.
And I’m really going to miss Bird, one of our two cats. Christa’s taking them both. I won’t miss Ivy so much, but Bird was really ‘my’ cat. Sigh.
After I get back from D.C., after the July 4th weekend, I’ll adopt a new kitten. Or maybe even two.