Gone to London to Visit the Queen Tuesday, May 08, 2007

What a week. It began with Mrs. WTJ pinching a nerve in her shoulder, rumbled downhill when Junior caught a stomach bug and reached a nadir with a phone call early yesterday morning: Our friendliest, and fattest, cat had died overnight, curled up in the closet. We buried her in the backyard with as much ceremony as we could manage. Poor old gal; poor old us. She was a good friend, playful, eager and curious, with a stomach the size of a watermelon and a head the size of a tennis ball. Sad to think we'll never hear Junior say, "Hallo Peggy," again. I would post some pictures, but it's too much of a bummer right now.

Life goes on, life goes on.

@ 6:41:00 AM,

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