I used my “Dougy” mug with my midday meal.
I missed my kitty boys. I knew it would take longer than usual to cut their hair, and that the groomers might have to take more hair off to get to the cats beneath the mats.
I had their food ready and their fountain topped off.
It was a hectic afternoon, with a call to the car dealer to find out if they’d heard anything from the insurance people on this, the second week anniversary of my accident in South Dakota. They had but still are waiting for the authority to begin repairs (i.e. money). (I will change my insurance company after this fiasco, I think.)
A call from a friend when I was trying to get the kitty boys ready to go…. I asked him to call back. I’d waited months to get the kitty boys in for their grooming session, and I didn’t want anything interfering with the process!
Dougy joined Andy after a pit stop in the bathroom.
The ride was late (she had her problem to work through), but we still managed to get the kitty boys to the groomers in plenty of time.
More calls, more changes in arrangements for transportation. I’m retired! I had a minor meltdown, then things sort themselves out.
Then Andy ran off to take a kitty bath and Dougy finished his chicken pâté before getting a drink.
Finally, the kitty boys were ready to come home. Andy got bored and uncooperative (as he usually does), so has fur leggings that his brother doesn’t have. I don’t care. I don’t care! They look wonderful to me, and they will be much more comfortable without all those mats! Dougy has some bald spots because of the extreme mats. It’ll grow back! I don’t care! I don’t care. I have my kitties back!
When I am stressed out, J.S. Bach always works to bring me back to earth. Here’s one I love and used for the purpose. Simple, moving, beautiful. Enjoy!