Moving on . . .

Dear you . . .


Today, for the first time since Hurricane Michael hit us on 10/10/18, I did not drive to Inlet Beach and feed/water cat Dinky and her daughter, Bastet (named for the goddess as pictured above).  I finally surrendered the task to a good local young man and his gal.  They love cats and I can give them a little bill-paying cash to cover their time and energy.  Finally, I managed to let this go, the last heart-task connected to the old Inlet Beach property.


I miss their little faces. 

I miss their resilience and fuck-all bravery as their space was slowly dull-dozed down to nothing.

I miss their gorgeousness.


As my friend Eric says, I have passed the torch.

That makes me torch-less.


Hail to thee, Bastet, mythic and real.

And hail to the fur-ball feline (Vivo) who made the journey with me to this condo life. 

Simple thoughts for the day,

XO

Joyce