Kindred Spirits

That’s our Cat in the foreground. And that’s Buddy the feral over the back, ensconced on the Wayfair throne.

Cat is several months the other side of seventeen years, we’re quite sure. We’re not at all sure how old Buddy is, but we know how much he weighs, for sure.

Buddy showed up during the early days of the pandemic, with my Fred’s girl, Sara, when she’d lost her job and lost her home. “Would you mind if Sara stays for a week or so? Just until she finds another place?” asked my Fred. “Not at all!” said I.

Sara and her feral Buddy remain to this day. Clumps of cat fur have flown ever since. (Sara has been no trouble at all).

Tonight is quiet.