� 2001-2006 by Shiloh
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Yes, people. I care about my cat and his whereabouts. He's my responsibility, but as I need assistance in some things because of my disability I have to rely on the capability of my family to keep track if he's outside or in the house. The problem, as I told Heather, is that my fam aren't animal lovers like I am. They don't understand how pets can become like family. I want to ask them to let him in or call him home, but as I said, I'd be called obsessed. So, I'm hoping he'll paw at the french doors so I can let him in.
That's one lil irritant.
Another is my aunt is insisting we all "dismantle" Grandma's house--take whatever we want from the farmhouse, dividing our "inheritance" amongst the rels. Thing is, I agree with Mom. Yes, Grandma will never return to the farm, she can't, not with her Alzheimers. But she's still alive. It's tearing Mom apart that my aunt, who's the executor of the estate, is so cold about this. For Mom it's like Grandma's gone, but not. My aunt won't even consider renting it out to a couple Mom and Dad know and trust. My aunt is persnickety. And I hate to see Mom go through this.
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Men are deceivers ever,
one foot in sea, and one on shore,
to one thing constant never.
~William Shakespeare, Much Ado About Nothing~
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