Raisin Bread and Rain

Our old neighborhood cat, Garfield, has been gone over one year now.

We talk about him often

 and

 one day a neighbor stopped by to remember him with us.

He was such a character.

Before Garf, there was Whitey.

I do not know how long ago it was,

  Whitey lived under our deck during a cold winter.

I tried to coax him out and feed him, but he was wild.

{we were scared of each other}

I called him Groucho.

Groucho/Whitey, nested under our deck

but that spring, he became friends with the cat across the street.

He has lived across the street ever since.

But,

the people across the street adopted a huge dog last month.

I am guessing that Whitey does not like the big dog.

Yesterday when I was getting into the car,

I saw Whitey, sitting in an empty planter again, next to my car.

He has been napping there during the day.

I think cats are crazy.

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I am sitting on the big bed.

It is raining outside and I hear a chainsaw buzzing across the street.

The chainsaw noise upsets Libby.

Since her eyesight is going, noises drive her mad.

I feel like baking today.

Raisin bread in the bread maker...iced raisin bread!

How does THAT sound?

I wish you happy moments today.

Love you.

Me