Since late November, Rich and I have been back to a three species household and the timing could not be better.
Worried that the world is forgetting about Kyiv? I hug a dog.
Fragile ceasefire? I hug a dog.
Gobsmacking global return to fascism? Incipient existential horror? I hug both dogs.
Grateful for my six decades of health and happiness? I kiss our old dog.
Manifesting life as a river where good things can happen again for Everyone? I kiss our young dog.
Reminding myself that the sun does not shine out of my solipy arse? I feed our cat.
Inspired by Speak Truth, Stand Tall. Image: Me and Misko at High Park by Laurie.
Smart gal!
ReplyDeleteWait…are you saying you got another cat?
ReplyDeleteYep. We lost our Willow in August and Rich missed the cat energy.
DeleteHugs from me whenever you want!
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