Max in the morning

We all have our good old days tucked away "inside our hearts", and we return to them in daydreams like cats to favorite armchairs.

Brian Carter


I'm feeing more myself today. Two level living cat feud accommodations with Max watching from the loft by day and the run of the house by night seems to be working at the moment. Madame watches him from below with too much vigilance, but no hissing or growling yesterday. She's a real pip.

Here he is on ground level after enjoying breakfast and three hours with me while she's sleeping safely locked away in a bedroom. Time to make the switch and hope for the best today. The old man seems calm.

T went to work, feeling better, but drove to avoid the germy, packed, hot train cars. I'm going out to a local Scandinavian shop today with friends for a taste and look at what G is living during the Christmas season in Sweden.

For the Record,
This day came in cold with falling temperatures.