Cat the first: Snowdrop. While I was off on vacation, he stopped showing up for food. Or possibly, as I get up earlier than TYG, he just showed up in the wee hours, found nobody was responding to his presence, and gave up for a bit.
Either way, after five days had elapsed without his presence, we were worried. We talked about how maybe some family had found him, trapped him in their garage and stuffed him with treats, but we both assumed he was more likely in a coyote’s stomach. But Saturday morning I came down early and he was there. Very hungry and a little needier than usual, very happy to come in for breakfast.
We’re happier too.
The second cat was my anniversary gift. It’s 11 years this month, which is supposed to be jewelry or steel. While I was at ConCarolinas, I bought TYG some earrings and a couple of pendant stones she can play with in her crafts room (lapis lazuli and lanzarite). As I’m not a jewelry person, she decided to make my gift non-traditional.
As a small child I’d had a stuffed cat, Stripesy (he was, yes, striped) that I’d taken everywhere with me. When I was six or seven, we were on vacation and I lost him. Or my parents decided they’d had enough of Stripesy and “lost” him for me (that’s a guess, based on nothing). Anyway, TYG found me another striped cat and gave him to me for our anniversary. So here’s Tigsie:
He’s not a lookalike for Stripesy but I still find it a very sweet gift.
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