It’s wet out – very light, drizzly, nonstop
rain. Levi is having a quiet day inside on some cushions. I too am having a quiet
day, in dressing-gown and slippers, to shake off the last of the flu.
But I had to put the bins out on the
street. As I did that just now, taking the recycle bin from its possie by the
fence, when I turned to move it to the street I saw over my shoulder a familiar cat shape pacing
down the driveway towards me.
I thought that was awfully quick for Levi
to have gone to his cat door, and then come all the way around the house ...
hang on, it wasn’t a black cat but a grey one.
When I turned back to go fetch the other bin,
there was no cat to be seen. Levi, of course, was still on his cushions
when I came back inside.
It’s a mixture of sad and sweet to know that my precious girl, Freya, who died last September, still comes visiting now and then.
Oh of course — it's Samhain! (When the veil between the worlds thins and we may see our dearly departed.)
It’s a mixture of sad and sweet to know that my precious girl, Freya, who died last September, still comes visiting now and then.
Oh of course — it's Samhain! (When the veil between the worlds thins and we may see our dearly departed.)
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