But it’s not supposed to rain like this tonight!

Chance of rain low to zip, they said. It's raining oceans. It's thundering so loud it made quiet little Goldie bark. Gizzie is meowing in complete sentences in rapid fire succession. Electricity went out. Lily went into hiding. What a night! All is fine now. Life is full of surprises, innit? Good night. Sleep tight.

Little Miss Goldie

This is my husband's ex's dog Goldie. We end up with her frequently this time of year. She is an absolute little love. In reality, she isn't so small, but her love and respect knows no bounds. Even our remaining babycats respect her space. She respects them, too. Roger was the only one who ever … Continue reading Little Miss Goldie

The Sunday Early Edition.

Because, for some reason, my husband was very tired, we went to bed at 8:30 last night. That, to me, is way early. To keep cool, we had fans running. That's excellent white noise though. I slept solidly, had no dreams I could remember, and woke up an hour before the babycats at 5:20. I … Continue reading The Sunday Early Edition.