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Hello and Happy Sunday, cat folks and welcome to another edition of Pull Up Your Cat here on Fire(cat)lake. This morning I wanted to talk about cats kneading things. Kuroneko likes to knead my blankets, my sweaters, my towels, pretty much anything soft and cloth. She has very sharp claws so she leaves tiny holes in things. Not that it especially bothers me, it’s just one of the hazards you have to expect from sharing your life with a cat. The reason I bring it up is because I have never heard or read any theory that explains that behavior to my satisfaction. Neko herself spends a lot of time kneading the covers while I’m in bed reading but she almost never settles down to sleep in that spot.
In addition to that though, I wanted to point out that yellowsnapdragon spent this weekend retrieving Nagi from Florida. What a wonderful and generous thing to do. Hopefully she’ll recover enough later to give us an update. I think our OmAli will also let us know the status of some of the rest of SouthernDragon’s clowder. Huge hat tip to both of them and to all who donated to their care and to Nagi’s retrieval and especially to SD’s friend, Nancy, without whom all of those poor kittehs would have wound up in a real bad situation. Please join me in wishing him and his new two legged family the best. And hopefully Abner and Gracie want a new brother!
On to the pictures!
Kuronko picture of the week: Kuroneko kneads holes
into my sheet!
Nagi is looking a little anxious as he begins his trip to a new forever home
Obligatory cute kitten picture of the week: Hmmm, this tree looks good enough to eat! Via lolcats
And last, from Warner Brothers: How to make friends through kneading.
I hope everybody has a wonderful week. Please join me in wishing the best for Nagi in his new home, along with our yellowsnapdragon and Abner and Gracie also. Whatever your week ahead has in store, please remember to set aside some time to spend with the animals who share your life.
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Good morning! The last I heard from yellowsnapdragon and Nagi is that they were laying over in Vegas. I’m sure they made it home safely or we would have heard. Fingers crossed!
Hey, Yeah, probably sleeping in…if the cat agrees to sleep in a new spot. Really the SD, Nagi,ysd venture is truly a wonderful and generous story of caring and friendship. I think SD’s spirit must be resting much more peacefully now and what a wonderful manifestation of the spirit of the season of giving and love. I think Im more peaceful and very grateful to ysd. Nice thread, Peg.
Yep, yellowsnapdragon humbles me but in a wonderful way.
We made it home at about 8:30 last night. That was 26.5 hours of travel for me, but only about 9 for Nagi. Nagi had an accident in the carrier, no big surprise, so we were very glad to get home and get him all cleaned up.
First, a picture from a few minues ago.
First thing to report: Nagi is *not* the scaredy cat type. There was no cowering under furniture last night. Nope. I had a cat hat for part of the night, and the rest he spent snuggled between me and Mr. In bed.
Nagi jumped out of the carrier and asked for Scritches when we got home. My son insists Nagi does tricks because he holds his hand over Nagi’s head and Nagi will leap up for the pet. This cat does not and did not belong anywhere but in a fambly where he can get the love he needs!
having just finished yellowsnapdragon’s diary (ah jeez), thought my reclusive ass should at least come over and say hello
mad love and keeses to all firecats !
(now off for a ride with scooter boy)
Nagi hasn’t touched his food yet, though. Nerves, I imagine. We put down wet food because it is more tempting, but I’m about to put some kibble out to see if that is acceptable.
Oh, that’s a wonderful picture!
Hi cbl. Great to see yer fonts!
Don’t be surprised if it takes him a day or so to get his appetite back. When I brought Kuroneko home, she spent an entire day in the pocket of my suitcase. After I took her out and closed the case though, she began by exploring and eventually made her way to the food. Thanks for the updates!
Nagi and a feather toy held by my son:
http://www.flickr.com/photos/73310045@N07/8257359939/in/photostream/
Looks like he’s going to fit right in! How’s Abner doing with it?
They met through the cat carrier yesterday and Abner is very interested, but there was no hissing or unpleasantness. Gracie hissed once. Nagi will only be in the living room whe the other cats are outside until we can get everyone adjusted. Otherwise, Nagi’s safe place is the bedroom with the door closed.
Awesome, and thanks to you and your family.
Gracie was the other kitteh! Thanks. I’ll update the post.
The kids are giddy about him. My older one was afraid of Nagi for like 2 seconds because Nagi doesn’t have a tail, but that was over as soon as Nagi asked for scritches.
What a wonderful picture…beeeautiful cat. Lucky you and Nagi.
Margaret, Check the Glenn Smith thread, if you haven’t yet. Not nice.
Thanks for the tip. Not nice.
What good news, and Nagi sounds very much accepting that new home.
Peg, I understand that the kneading imitates suckling, and if you notice, when kittens suckle, they knead the mom’s nipple area, almost as if encouraging her to produce that milk.
Thanks for that. I wonder why adult cats continue that behavior? I know Kuroneko wasn’t weened early or anything.
Human children do the same, or at least mine did. Sans claws, happily.
Nagi just accepted a few treats from the boys. Whee!
Just read through all the comments and saw all the photos. How could this have been any better?! Was laughing out loud with happiness at the description of Nagi leaping up for scritches and sleeping on your head :). Is mister pretty well smitten, too?
Thank you doesn’t begin to convey what I want to say.
..and now he’s enjoying a bowl of kibble. All’s well.
Caturday! Hi Margaret and fellow firecats
Mr. Won’t ever admit to being smitten, but Nagi seems to be asking and receiving lots of love from him. What a big softie.
He looks wonderful!
How lucky he is you adopted him, that was quite the journey you took. Thank you for taking us all along with you. *sniffle* SD would be thrilled!
And special thanks to you for all that you did for SD, so much of it behind the scenes. *sob*
Margaret, I always was told about the nursing behavior, as Ruth described, as the source of the kneading behavior. Soothing behavior for them.
After the kittens were spayed, Mottyl, especially, loved the pain meds. She was all lovey with everyone, and kneading the air! My vet calls it ‘making biscuits’ which always makes me laugh!
It was a way of getting through an awful time, so I am thankful that there was something – anything, I could do.
I’ll take a minute and write an update, back in a few.
I remember Richard mentioning cat hats, so Nagi must have been a culprit of that behavior.
Does anyone remember the story of how Nagi lost his tail? I don’t and the kids are asking why Nagi doesn’t have a tail.
How many times did I use ‘behavior’ in that comment ? Sheesh!
X a bazillion
He is a Manx, so was born without a tail. Maste lost his due to an accident – car ran over the tip and the jerk damaged nerves.
Mottyl loved the pain pills! LOL. Like some hoomins I’ve met.
How did I not know that? I assumed it was an accident with Nagi too since that’s what happened to Maste.
Oh, so glad to see the pictures and read the news of Nagi adapting so quickly.
He was a cat hat last night? Wow. He trusts you already! Obviously, he can tell that you are a special person.
Did you have any time to get acquainted with him before having to get on the plane?
I am so happy for you and him! My heart is full this morning. I know SD would be pleased that Nagi is with you, ysd. You have done a great thing.
And how are you doing, after all that traveling in one whole day?
There was not really time to bond at all before the flight, but I held him briefly when we transferred cat carriers and again at security. He was calm as could be.
I’m not gonna lie..I’m pooped. I didn’t sleep on the red eye and only a bit on the next leg. Nagi was on EST this morning, so he was up before the boys this a.m. He was very quiet and cuddly all night so i got some snoozing in last night. Today is chore day around the house so I have a full day of work ahead of me.
Yay! Glad Nagi’s eating. What a great day this is!
SD said that Manx are special. My late feral, Itsa, whom SD somehow loved from afar, was also a Manx. Very stubby tail; they can have stubs like hers or none like Nagi. Lovers, both.
I will check back for however many more stories ysd or OmAli cares to share, but must finish laundry and head off to a matinee of a play written by a former yoga classmate (several of us from class are going together, then to dinner).
But, I broke down -for the sake of my new practice – and got a smartphone this week, and while I have much to learn aboutit, I know how to bring up FDL on it. *g*
So glad this all worked out so well! I’m dying to hear how Nagi did going through Security at the airport. That was the part I was worried about. Surely there’s some story there?
Aw, hope you can sneak in a nap. Sorry you couldn’t sleep on the plane (too much excitement?) Thanks for the updates and story of Hollywood Nagi’s Journey.
BBL.
Again, thank you all a hundredfold for the donations for the kittehs. I ‘m not sure if I commented about it or only included it in a letter to the donors, but we received $800.00 for Georgeann’s to benefit Richard’s cats as well as to help with her other rescues; $300.00 to reimburse Joe and Nancy for their expenses, and then also had enough to help Yellowsnapdragon and Nagi with their transportation costs. You guys really, really did Richard proud. I cannot thank you enough for not only the contributions but the lovely comments about our wonderful friend. He touched many lives and will never, ever be forgotten.
The cat placement worked out so that Mojo found a home with a single, older gentleman, and it is a wonderful match. Nagi, as we are all celebrating, is with the fambly that he was destined to join :). I’ll tell Gabby’s tale in a bit.
Nancy and Georgeann (who actually are Ann and her husband George, I learned!) met at Richard’s duplex on November 29, his birthday, as luck or fate would have it, and were able to crate and load the kittehs without undue stress or upset. Nancy said we would love them – that George has had a couple of heart attacks and Ann walks with a bit of a stoop, but that they are a wonderful, down to earth couple who have given their lives to their rescue mission.
They walked around the house checking closets to make sure that no one was left behind, but Nancy was still just a little uncertain because even though Richard had said there were 12 cats, she had only ever counted 11 when she was there. She said Richard must have touched her heart, because she set out a bowl of food and one of water just in case. The next day she went back, and sure enough the food was gone and a little orange face appeared from around a corner – Gabby !! He had made himself a little refuge inside a sofa and must have disappeared into it whenever she or Joe came to the house!
Gabby will be living at the vet hospital for a while and if there isn’t an adoptive family found soon Nancy will take him up to Georgeann’s to be fostered. Little scamp!
Oh my lord! Imagine…well, she was too smart for that, or Richard did touch her heart…and Gabby showed himself next time!
Nagi was cool as a cucumber going through security. I thought I should put him in the harness and leash just to be sure, but Nancy assured me that he didn’t need it. She was right. Nagi let me hold him and didnt fuss at all.
Gabby!! I’m betting that Gabby will find a happy home after that sneakiness. What a character.
Mojo! I thought he might find a happy situation. Richard always said what a love he was too.
Thanks for that update. Gabby! We forgot about Gabby when we were naming them all the other day.
I have a small package for you tejanrusa but I was going to ask how the plan for your own practice was coming together.
He was probably in his hideout in the sofa, so it’s understandable that we missed him :)
:) Neko has one like that, up in the box spring of my bed. She has a little place up in the corner. I found it one day while I was frantically calling her name, (I thought she’d gone off the balcony!), and I was looking under the bed and saw her poke her little head out and meow at me.
It’s really funny to discover them in their impossible-to-find lairs (once your heart stops pounding and the panic at their disappearance subsides!)
Hello, all. I’m sorry Margaret, but it is developing that when I comment on a thread, the comment is replacing EPUland with BearCountry. I do hope more people come.
yellowsnapdragon is a dear for opening her family’s home and picking up Nagi. The family also has to be thanked for taking in the new one. In these times so many pets are having to be abandoned to whatever fate holds in store.
Instead of being EPUed, threads are being BearCountryed??? Oh noes!!!
Know what else I didnt know about Richard? He was a Navy Seal! One of the first ones, no less! I knew he was former military, but I didnt know he was so accomplished. That’s really impressive.
He wasn’t exactly a “S.E.A.L.” per se because they didn’t exist back then but he was one of the first combat sailors, (I believe they were recruited from the ranks of divers), as a response to Navy patrol boats being sabotaged and ambushed on the rivers of Vietnam. People like Richard paved the way for the future S.E.A.L.s and the current division is an outgrowth of that. Between those guys and the tunnel rats, that was the most dangerous duty in the services at the time.
Yes, that is pretty much how he described it to me, too. He evidently was asked to go on ops with them and I think he frequently did radio and communications work when he did. Does that sound right? I wish I had asked more questions…
I’ll keep the thread going for at least a couple of comments.
The BearCountry family was involved in a major local cat rescue a few years ago. A man lived nearby and keep a house full of cats; somewhere around a dozen. He also, illegally fed some local wildlife. He passed on and his daughter came to take care of the estate. She took five cats home to CO, two became petting cats at a local nursing home, two went to a woman across the street, one ran back to a feral life, and we took one. The one we took, young BearCountry felt nobody else would take it, was unsociable and sickly. It was black and white. The cat, Suzie, would manage to get out and go across the street to sit on the upstairs porch and look at the two cats that lived there. Both of those cats were black and white. Suzie either ignored or was uncivil to any other cats. Suzie passed on less than a year later. She never took to our family and our long time cat slept in the basement to avoid her.
What were the tunnel rats?
Yep, that’s pretty much what he told me too.
I’m glad you took Suzie in, because it does sound as though she would have not found a home otherwise. It is a shame that she never really socialized, but you gave it your best shot. It was good of your family to make the attempt.
Tunnel rats were the guys who went into the tunnels the North Vietnamese Army and Viet Cong built. Armed with a flashlight and a 1911 Colt .45, they were tasked with exploring those tunnels and shutting them down. They weren’t an official division then either, just an impromptu answer to a specific problem. I knew a guy who started off driving bulldozers and became a tunnel rat.
Jeez. the hairs on the back of my neck stand up to think of that. Never knowing what might be around the bend….. And I guess the communication guys pretty much had a target on their chests if the radio signal was intercepted.
It’s so modest that he didn’t talk much about it. But then if it was terrifying, I can understand why.
Yeah, that’s why I was just an airframe mechanic. Those jobs are for braver, hardier souls than me! (Although for some reason, Richard seemed very impressed with my career choice in the Navy)
One little cat helper note. Last night I had to get under the sink in the bathroom to put a new faucet in. The sink sets in a cabinet. While working under there our cat, Abrazos, decided to help. He crawled in the cabinet and curled up just where I was laying my head, so I had to rest my head on him. He was very content to lie there until we finally had to remove him so I could move around. He didn’t want to go and about 10 minutes later he was back at his post in the cabinet. After we replace all of the stuff under the sink, he climbed into the faucet box and snuggled down. The box was so small we couldn’t believe that he could fit himself in it.
The obit Nancy gave me said he was a SEAL, so perhaps they got it wrong? I was quite surprised to read that since if I had a credential like that I would probably want to crow about it. Mr. was telling me that often SEALs don’t talk about being seals.
Richard and I got to know each other one day, long ago when we were taking turns exposing a poser, who was pretending to be some kind of “special services” veteran or another. That’s when we each found that had service in the Navy in common. He never boasted about it, in fact he barely mentioned it but if he saw a poser, he lost no time exposing them.
No, they got it right. Or as right as possible. Like I said, he was a precursor to the S.E.A.L.s. He did the job without having the benefit of the special training they get these days.
The time that I met SD in St. Pete, he talked about walking around in Viet Nam in sneakers. He didn’t really say why a Navy guy would be walking around in combat areas there. I didn’t ask because I thought that he would say if he felt I should know. As I recall he said he wore sneakers because the tracks didn’t show him to be a military person that the combat boot tracks would show.
There’s a lot of responsibility that goes with working with airplanes. It’s very scientific and very stressful to have the weight of responsibility for keeping people safe while in a aluminum tube at high altitude. One loose rivet, and people can die.
Kuroneko loves to help me with chores like that. Usually she’ll get as in the way as it’s possible for her to be. Like she knows what my next move will be or something.
Then again, they had a loose nut on 13 airplanes. Me! :)
Nancy mentioned him wearing Chucks at a wedding just yesterday when I saw her.
Well it double sucks to be a SEAL and not get the credit for being a SEAL, not that I’d bet Richard cared about getting credit for it. Still, it’s such a big deal to have that kind of job.
LOL. At least you didn’t say “wingnut”.
Well, that wouldn’t be especially applicable to me anyway. ;)
Those guys don’t look for credit. In fact, they weed that kind of personality out very early on. That kind of showboating will get people killed.
Anyone flying your planes was impressed, too, you can be sure!!
Lol! I had an instantaneous vision of Neko – mechanic tools in her paws….. !
Thanks for reminding me, I remember. He’d lean over backwards to be kind and give anyone room if they were worthwhile, but the minute anyone showed that rotten side, it was a little snapping sound and he closed them off.
I just remembered something he told me, it was about how awful the fabric of the pants felt, but that you were able to take them off in he water, fill them with air and use them as a flotation device. I laughed, but I’m pretty sure he wasn’t joking. He served on several destroyers, too. They were his first love. Tin can sailor.
Yep.
Nancy said yesterday that she knew it was you as soon as she saw you. What a sweetheart, she said, and what an aura.
No, he most certainly was not joking about that! That’s training that even this airframe tech got. Though for me, the fall to the water probably would have killed me, if I survived I could make my pants a floatation device too.
I actually reached for something in my toolbox one day and found a furry kitteh instead. She was being all meatloaf in the top of my box, silly thing.
Were you on carriers throughout your Navy career?
Yep. First the Carl Vinson (CVN-70) and next Independence (CV-62). The former had a flight deck 110 feet above the water and the latter was 85. That’s a loooong way to fall, even into water! I spent most of my time at NAS Miramar though. Unlike tin can sailors though, I also had a float coat which was an inflatable vest that I always wore while on duty on the flight deck. Hit the water, pull a ring and no need to depants yourself! Tin can sailors don’t have those.
Water probably feels and acts like concrete if you fall from that height.
I don’t wanna try it!
If you ever have to, make your fingers into a breakwater edge, tuck your chin into your chest, arms beside your ears, most likely way to survive.
*G*
I need to say bye to all you firekittehs. Thanks for another great PUYC, Margaret. Hats off ( or pants off, in honor of the sailors, lol!) to the hosts for the time and energy and hospitality you offer each week, and each day, for the Over Easy hosts. Thank you all and I promise to take duty soon.
Yellowsnapdragon, you and mister and the family have a great evening with Nagi. What a happy ending.
‘Night, pupses.
Thanks. Hopefully I’ll never be in that position again though!
Have a great evening and a good week ahead Om. Thanks for all that you do.
Thanks Ruth, so very good to know, I’m glad I didn’t miss that piece of advice. *grin*
Divers don’t want to break legs, you realize. Sorry. Best not to try jumping off high places anyway.
That’s great!
Sounds like Nagi took to you right away if he spent the night in bed. He’s settling ion very nicely, good to hear! Try feeding him a few cat treats since he seems tentative about food. Whiskas “Temptations’ work well for our brood.
Do you know what he was used to as treats?
I just got home from Indianapolis and am catching up, so have not read all of the comments. Apologies if this has been stated above.
The cat’s “kneading” behavior stems from infancy, when they “knead” around the mama cat’s nipple while nursing. Of course, what they’re kneading is warm and soft like a blanket, and also pleasurable because of the milk they’re getting.
So this behavior travels with them and they’ll knead and purr…a blanked, or sometimes a soft sweater you’re wearing.
Thanks, appreciate the second. That’s what I’d heard too, but no expert here.
Sorry, just read thru comments. No, I don’t know what Nagi was used to for treats – knowing SD, I’d bet it was something unique & I’d be interested to know.
I saw an obit for Richard a few days ago. I was going to post it, but it was only a couple of lines and didn’t mention a memorial at all. Of course I can’t find it at all now. It didn’t mention military service, but did say he was born in Washington D. C.
Another way to enter the water from height is feet first. Cross your legs at the ankles, put one hand up to cover your nose, and use the other arm to hold the first in place.
I have a sorta amusing kitteh-dog story. My son and his family have an Australian Labradoodle puppy like the brown one pictured. They got him to be an eventual companion dog to my grandson with Autism who is afraid of dogs — but not this one.
They also have a long-haired furry kitteh named Cooper, probably the most laid-back cat I’ve ever seen. Cooper’s litterbox is in the laundry room between some cupboards, out of the way. They recently caught the puppy in the family room munching on a piece of kitteh poop.
So my son bought one of those wooden gates to fence off the laundry room from the puppy. Off and on all weekend, Cooper would be in the laundry room meowing because he was fenced in, even though the gate is probably all of about 30 inches tall and he could easily jump over it. So my son kept putting a “treat” on the opposite side of the gate to entice the cat to jump over, which he would do, but then when he was enticed to jump back he’d meow piteously to be let out.
I think the solution is going to be moving the litter pan to the basement behind a door with a cat-door opening. I can see that having its own problems, obviously.
and sometimes fellow kittehs.
Also here’s a cougar baby making biscuits, just for cutitude.
Cats can be such spoiled babies.
Just popping in to share my happiness for ysd and fambly. Nagi looks very petite like Neko. Lucy, the black cat who lives here, has a round head and would never be mistaken for petite.
Adorable Boy was missing one night when I went to feed, but he was there the next night, AND he let. me. pet. him. Uh. oh.
I just got off the road, it was snowing pretty hard in Santa Fe, but nothing here in ABQ yet. But cold and windy, and pretty much, the wind is just awful, all the trash and everything blowing everywhere out there. The kittehs were happy to see me.
We have had ongoing cat drama this week, but the fur car (and by that I mean my neighbor could have got another car for the cost of keeping fur boy alive this week) is doing pretty well, AFAIK. No report otherwise while I was out of town.
This morning I had a task of rounding up some mercury from the floor. It was quite a job. Finally used a big plastic syringe and sucked it up. That worked well, but it took a while. The never ending saga of The Black Hole.
I stream Minnesota Classical Public Radio on my iPhone, and was listening to it on the drive home from Indianapolis, and Minneapolis is just getting hammered with a huge snowstorm. They said as much as 16 inches by midnight tonight.
Nothing here in NW Indiana but foggy mist. So far.
This just cracked us up! The cat just had the idea that he was fenced in and wanted to yell about it, even though he scaled it easily several times to get the treat.
Cooper is a hoot. One of his favorite sleeping positions is somewhere in the middle of the family room, stretched out ON HIS BACK with his tummy sticking out. I don’t think I’ve ever seen a cat sleep like that.
That is adorable. What a purr. Too bad they don’t stay cute and cuddly into adulthood.
There is a video on line of a dog that will not go through a door unless it is open. The door, missing a screen, completely contains him unless the door is opened. He will not go in or out if it is “closed” but there is no reason he can’t cross the threshold. Funny.
Are you sure Cooper isn’t training his humans to give him treats ;)
Kuroneko does that but I’ve found it’s a dare to give her a belly rub. Always ends up with me bleeding.
Heh. Maybe. But my son was putting down a bit of meat (cooked) and said he hated to do that, because Cooper rarely gets people food, and also never gets on the table or counter (as most cats try to do when hoomans are out of the room). So he doesn’t want to start any bad habits.
This cat is like a warm and furry stuffed animal. You can rub him anywhere and the kids carry him around like a sack of potatoes. Like I said, the most laid back cat I’ve ever seen.
The puppy gets a hiss out of him, wanting to be friendly, but mostly they leave each other alone.
Puppies are usually too exuberant for most cats to tolerate easily.
Around noon today, Mcat was anxious to head outside until she saw that white stuff (does not want to stick a paw into it), and the little songbirds around here are pretty safe from our family feline.
Reading all the comments and I am feeling like I am back at the diner so stop by, we are waiting for the corn bread to cool to have with the cabbage soup. I love winter.
Nice diner…glad to be here. Have a good week, coming up, you-all.
Oh yeah, you’re getting winter there, too. I did see the weather map showing snow in your area.
I hate winter. I’d like to see snow on Christmas Eve, to be gone on Dec. 26th. I guess I’m living in the wrong place for a winter hater.
This puppy is pretty calm and laid back, too, for a young puppy. She’s OK with me — I don’t like dogs, but she pretty much leaves me alone. She was acquired from a breeder who carefully controls the selection and breeding process, and was especially bred to be a companion for kids with autism, I think (or for people of any age with special needs). I didn’t ask details, but those dogs don’t come cheap. She’s also “hypoallergenic” (as is Cooper the fat gray cat) so the kids with allergies aren’t bothered.
It’s supposed to get cold here too tonight but the fact remains that’s it’s been cold enough to wear a sweater exactly twice so far. Not normal.
Margaret,
Thank you for hosting again. Always a treat for me to be able to stop by on Sundays. Our best to everyone.
Glad you stopped in! Scritches to MCat.
I guess that brings us to the end of another Pull Up Your Cat. Let’s congratulate Nagi and yellowsnapdragon for finding each other, Nancy and George and Ann for assisting with the other cats and of course OmAli for putting it all together. I think SouthernDragon would be smiling at us all. I hope we all have a wonderful week ahead and let’s all take some time to spend with our loved ones, however many legs they might have.
Oya.
Meow! And thanks. :-)
Margaret, thanks for the postnhost. Good to see everyone, happy landings to ysd, Nagi, and everyone this week.
take care and love every living creature this week.
Thanks to OmAli, Peggy, and ysd for making this a great caturday. So pleased for Nagi. I am smiling through a bit of sad. A good week wished to all.
(((Tejana)))