Pragmatist
Pragmatist

The kids are in Oklahoma City now.  I talked to Gryffan late this afternoon, and they are exhausted.  The only one who is bright and cheerful is Deirdre. She enjoyed the airplane trip because she was held and played with and was the center of attention the whole trip. 

Gryffan roused me at 3:33 am, and 25 minutes later we were headed for the freeway and Sacramento International Airport.   I put  on a bathrobe over my jammies because I planned to go right back to bed once I returned home.  And I did.  It was co-o-o-ld out there in the wind.  I got out of the car just long enough to open the trunk.

I did go back to bed and slept until almost 10:00. Then I went and vacuumed the apartment the kids had vacated.  Made a backache.  Came home, sat down to read the paper and fell asleep again.  Been going around in a semi-fog all day.

The cats mostly ignore each other.  Missy and Windigo have a ways to go before they have any kind of a relationship.  They got along fine when Windigo was a kitten, but she's a big girl now and accustomed to ruling her roost.  As is Missy.  Banshee and Moose mostly ignore each other.  They're mild-mannered fellows, and I don't anticipate any problems with them.

But now I have two litter boxes to tend to.

I'll think about that tomorrow.  I'm going to bed now.


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