Random Pictures from the Sandwich Life: March 12, 2025
Life feels topsy turvy. I think it’s the miasma of uncertainty and dread hanging over so many of us, then exacerbated by the worries of everyday life, health, mobility, what have you. I’m still hoping Ernie will be ok for a wander this weekend as I need some quiet driving time through the fields of Iowa and Illinois. His nephrology appointment was pretty good. He’s edging back away from Stage 5 kidney disease. We’ll take 4, Stage 3 would be even better but we’ll see.
Sometimes I wish I could create artwork out of these test results. Or maybe I should just embroider them.
Suffice to say, Sack is a bit more dignified than Olney. If cats could roll their eyes, she would. The other day I found her attacking Olney and then grooming him so they seem to be finding a nice little balance.
It’s happening.
Fallen birds nest by the back door.
My beautiful boy.
Our entreaties for him to move fell on uncaring ears.
Littleface rules.
He always manages to look a bit rumpled and dusty. I gotta say, I love these cats.
Another sleeppover.
Cross your fingers that we have a couple of good days and can wander.
Onward, to Iowa. 🤞
Love,
Cynthia
Had to take a quick beat because I read that as "phrenology." Hope you both feel up to a wander the weekend, and better all around.
🤞🏼🤞🏼