As I was working on the puzzle, I could just see this happen to some poor person who momentarily forgot to keep an eye on her kittens.
And how it reminded me of those who shared my life, so many years ago now. The tortoiseshell kitty stepping on the spoon and getting it's face dusted, looks just like my Samantha W.
Vemod, is what I feel right now. The Swedish word for melancholy. I just miss living with a cat so very much.
But I will recover and will soon have a conversation with Faith about the latest arrival at White House, the Biden cat.
I'm sure she'll have a few things to say about that.
