Nagi is cheating on me with another cat lady. I’m convinced of it. He comes home late at night, if at all, and hasn’t slept on my head for weeks. I swear I smell tuna on his breath. He hasn’t gotten any from me. I feel so betrayed.
Whassyer problem, lady?
Strangely, Gracie has been spending way more time indoors than usual in spite of the beautiful, summery weather. I wonder if it is because she is getting old. It’s almost unfathomable to me that she is 12! Feels like she just came home yesterday.
Gracie used to be overweight, rather severely so. Once the front door was opened and she was allowed to roam, the weight seemed to melt away. We should all be so lucky.
Abner is just as he always is, full of backear and acerbic derision. I’ve found him napping a lot in an empty flower pot on the deck that’s surrounded by a flurry of fallen oak leaves and acorns. Instead of looking particularly cute, the pot makes him look a dry kind of overripe, if that is possible. I wish I had a picture of him in it.
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