The vigil for Dad went well. Mom was there, and Grandma, and quite a few of my half-siblings. I can’t remember all of their names. Several dozen kitties, all purring and kneading the earth, as we do when one of our own is in distress.
I’m sure it helped. I went back to see him this morning. He looked a little better.
Not much going on today. Roderick left early for his job at the boathouse. Mrs. Smith left the door open to her office. She looked like she wanted help so I jumped on her lap. Only I don’t think she wanted my help. After I rubbed my tail in her face a few times, she planted me in the hallway and slammed the door.
I tried to strike up a conversation with Knuckles. I like Knuckles, he’s a good dog. But he wanted to sleep.
Next, I tried to do something with Laddie but all he wanted to do was sit by the front door and wait for Roderick to return. With his tongue hanging out.
Outside, I tried to climb the big old oak tree. Still unable to make it to the first branch.
Lots of naps today.
All for now.