At midnight, 2023 will end. This is strange, since it seems only six months were required to go through it. In another decade, I will be shooting through a year every month…
The year ends on a good note for
me. No, I have been given back my youth and transported to 1982. Not that good.
But not bad, either. I will write about that on another blog-post. For now, I
will state that the cats in my care are doing well. Here, you will note there
are six in one room, all more or less tolerating each other. That they are
mostly unconscious may give a clue as to how the tranquility of the scene was
Brazil is not yet part of this
group. His attitude toward Imogen remains, shall we say, energetic. But I am
letting him come into the bedroom – Imo’s safe-zone – now and then, and only
when I am in the room. I think there will be no progress in their relationship
unless they are in proximity, but I must balance that with maintaining Miss
Silky’s belief that she is secure from unwanted attentions.
But, as I typed above, the year is ending well. I hope it is ending the same way for each of you, and that 2024 begins positively and only goes up from there.