My apologies for yet another day off. Louise pushed her luck and had a run-in with Angel last night and I think again this morning. Or maybe she died last night and I didn't realize. I'm hoping maybe Louise died of fright. There didn't seem to be any blood, just a dead mouse. Anyway, Angel was acting all weird this morning to the point that she was driving me crazy and then at some point she got Louise's body where I could see it. Have to say that my grabber came in very handy for the disposal process. Alas, when I get mega anxious, which I do when creatures die and have to be disposed of like this, my stomach gets very contrary and doesn't like to keep anything down, so it has been an extremely unpleasant and exhausting evening. There's nothing really IN my stomach any more but it still feels like it wants to throw something up. Sorry to be so graphic. Sorry to duck out on posting, but I'm just not up to it at all. Tomorrow will be better.
I'm 65 - yes I am legally old - years going on twelve or sometimes 6, it depends on the day. Then again, sometimes I feel like I'm 110. I'm agoraphobic, permanently disabled. I live an odd life, but a relatively happy one. I have two cats. Angel - who is as sweet as an angel and as naughty as a devil, and Tara Grace who is sweet and gentle with the voice of a long shoreman and who sneezes a lot.