I regret to re****t that Pumpkin's first Guardian, Hazel, died last
week at Sister's Of Mary Hospital in Torrance California, from
complications of Alzheimer's and pneumonia (sp?).
Which leaves the problem of what to do about Pumpkin. When I open the
bedroom door, Pumpkin doesn't wait around but promptly climbs his cat
tree to the closet upper shelf. He won't come down and out until he
sees me secure the door so the other two cats cannot sneak in and
attack him. Efforts to have the cats together when I am in the room
always fail. Sooner or later Fluffy and/or Silver go on the warpath.
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as a Gruntled Postal Worker continues. AA activity continues.
The 40 days Lenten fast continues. Strange to be hungry most of the
time, yet physically and mentally alert. And still not losing weight
below 170 pounds. Weird. In any case, I go on a lenten Retreat 22-24
February, and 24 February will see me sober 24 years in AA
But right now, Fluffy is on the kitchen window cat bed, with the
heated cat pad under her, and the sun on her back. A picture of
heavenly bliss, Silver is sleeping in the laundry basket of my clean
clothing, making sure that, like a good penitent, I will wear a hair
****rt tomorrow. Pumpkin, like Fluffy, is on his window bed, also with
a heated pad, also with the sun on his back, and also looking blissed
out.
Life is good. I hope things are well with all of you.
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