Pansy in the park

Note to self, hold iPod further away from flower next time.

This evening for the first time in eighteen years I closed the living room door.

There is no one on the other side to cry and scratch and demand that it be opened for her.

Now that Beatrice has gone I will have to decide what to do with the cat basket, and the litter box, and all those toys.

I won't be getting a kitten.

I cried a bit.

She's gone....