Andy finished his kitty food, then stopped by.

Uh oh! Andy’s giving me the look!

“Try to stop me, human!”

Slurp! Slurp! Slurp!

No one gets between Andy and his precious! No one!

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The 62nd mass shooting since January1st happened in the USA on the 13th. It’s well past time for those axxxxxxx in Congress to recognize they are the problem and they can work out the solutions. 

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Andy didn’t greet me when I got home from dialysis, something I count on. I looked all over the apartment, even sweeping under the guest room bed with my walking stick on the chance he was sleeping under the bed. No kitty! I got a little panicked.

The time Dougy went missing passed through my thoughts – he’d slipped past me when I was holding the door open to check how much snow we got that night. It wouldn’t be like Andy to go outside, yet anything is possible.

I made another check through the apartment, then thought to check the bottom carrier in the stack by the recliner. Yes! That’s where the little darling was! I don’t recall him ever going in that carrier since he usually uses the top one for his quiet times.