Puff is a boy. We took her to the vet - well Jim did - this a.m. and indeed what was once cradled, cuddled and cooed as a girl was revealed to be a boy, making all of her/his behaviours now quite understandable. Talk about mistaken identity. Poor little thing! It's very awesome though, cause he's able to come home this afternoon. No wonder he and Boobadee were having problems.
I'm home and reflecting on all of the kindnesses shown to me over the past days, and all of the work of course. I used up a lot of "emergy", but I believe it has come back to me two-fold.
My thoughts are too scattered to continue.
More before I leave for Halifax.
Peace to you all today in the midst of your lives. Write your soul story!