If only it were always so easy...
I gave Casper her bath early tonight, and dressed her on my bed in the early dusk. She watched the curled-up kitty with intent, and got to grasping for her, so I decided a change of scene was best - the kitty looked so cosy and was beginning to make stressy noises. So we went and sat on the porch and looked out at the world a bit, and it was so cool and lush after the day's rain that I decided to go for a walk. We walked together, me singing, Casper in the sling on my hip, and during one turn around our habitual block she started to yawn. We inspected the progress of the spring up and down the street - iris blooming, some already past; azaleas which I still have trouble liking they are so garish; the peonies on the corner gearing up to pop. Came inside, nursed, she slipped off to sleep so easily. I needed a nice peaceful night for a change.
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