Life's Changes in New Immigrant

My heart swells with relief and joy with each old friend I find (or who finds me) on, as Arbi wrote, our new Ship. The news of OD's passing hit hard, causing a mental vertigo of disbelief and sadness -- What? How? My friends gone? No!! No!! But for several months I've been reading the end-of-life journey of Carly (gypsy ~) who died a couple weeks ago (at 26). I thought of her optimism and I gave myself over to hope, knowing what our Open Diary community shared was too powerful to be denied, And here we are!

Another transition, a very sad one, occurred for my Sister yesterday. Following an illness as brief as our Pip's, she lost her cat, my nephew Sumo, to metastatic cancer. Sumo loved BIL, too, but has always been Jeanette's cat, sometimes sleeping on her head, always nearby her. During her recovery from her broken hip he was her constant buddy. Sumo, an enormous pale orange beach ball boy, was thirteen. His two favorite things were FOOD and being brushed. His fur was very soft. I grieve for my sad Sister today and for the loneliness she's feeling.

A transition of a different sort is happening here. Una is in heat, right on schedule as she turns six months. (I am late having her spayed.) So far her condition has been manifest only a couple times a day. When I go to bed she snuggles next to Spot (neutered male) and carries on with her loving requests, Spot washes her (as he always has) and she finally stops (although last night I wondered when). The kittens behave like crazy teenagers, literally never looking before they leap.

Tuca has curled up on me for a purr, making typing challenging, so I'll have to write more later. Yes, Cats Rule.