Saturday, October 27, 2012

Together Again

Gary has been away all week helping his aunt at the farm in Illinois.  She is 92 and still living alone in that old farmhouse. She is pretty independent, but it helps to have him go there for a week and do repairs. His sister, niece and nephew came later in the week to help with the yard work.

Because he likes his privacy, he set himself up with his camping gear in the garage which seemed like a good idea except it got down to 26 degrees last night and with mice scampering around and the coyotes calling out in the meadows, he didn't get much sleep. So he came home tonight.

Rascal immediately began to complain about the terrible treatment he endured while he was stuck with me. Gary is his god, his reason for being. I am just the staff, and not a very efficient staff either.

Now Rascal is upstairs with Gary, on his lap, being petted.  He's had his special cat food, the good stuff, not the terrible stuff I forced on him. It's the same cat food but if Gary opens the can...well, that makes all the difference, doesn't it?

I'm glad he's home, too.  The trees finally let go of their leaves two days ago and now raking everything up at once makes sense. And I guess I missed him, too.

He's home.  We're a family again. 

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