Thank kew Jezus the meowing and rear end dancing has seased!
Crybaby is out of heat, and now ready to head to the vet for her shots and liberation from having to go thru that again.
She was back to her rambunctious self this morning. Waiting for me outside the bathroom, letting me start up the stairs and then shooting past me at full speed, into the living room, behind the piano, then into the kitchen where she rolled on her back and tugged at the dangling corner of the table cloth. She is a sight.
The wind is howling now, been getting stronger all day, the drafts shaking the leaves of the Peace Lilly, the windchimes working overtime. I love the sound of the wind. It acoustic corseness is perfect, scratching some itch I don't keep my mind on.