One more and -- good-night

[rolanni]

About an hour ago, Hexapuma realized that Steve was Not! Anywhere! To! Be! Found! He galloped through the house, squeaking in distress (yes, squeaking), then sat down in the hallway and bawled. He let me pick him up and stroke him, even purred briefly, but then it was down and on the trail again, calling, calling. . .

I think he's worn himself out now, poor little guy. In the past when one of our cats Suddenly Realized someone was absent, the one who was present was able to call the one who was not and put them on the phone with the cat. However, this method only works with a non-deaf cat.

Steve called in from Pennsylvania, having arrived in a timely fashion. His plan was to review workshop submissions and early to bed, so's to get a jump on tomorrow's section of travel.

My plan for tomorrow is early errands, then more writing. Supposed to rain, of course; but that's the story for the whole rest of the week, so I might as well get damp early and have it over with.

G'night.

Progress on Ghost Ship:

53462 / 100000
(53.46%)

Comments

[jhetley.livejournal.com]

Poor Hex . . .