Some sort of normal life

Every day has its challenges, if you're making any effort at all.  Today, it's a matter of getting back into the stuff I've been ignoring for the past few days .... like laundry.  Yesterday was tears, smiles, and good memories.  I am reminded of something my sister Dodie said, a few weeks after her husband Len passed away: "Now, it is time for us to make some new memories."

It's also the day to introduce our newest housemate:  Onyx, a.k.a. The Boarder.  Wendy's good friend Ann had taken him in temporarily, so Iain drove to her place on Monday evening and picked him up.  He was very good on the trip to Renfrew, only meowing until Arnprior and then settling down.

His current quarters are in our living room, as we try to gently accustom him to our other kitties.  This may take a while.  Meanwhile, he is curious about the new sights and smells.

He stretched out on the hardwood and claimed the property as his own almost immediately.

The couch seemed to be the best spot to have a lie-down-clean-up moment after supper.

By Tuesday morning, he was already surveying the front lawn and longing to chase down our resident black squirrel.  This is his favourite pose, at the moment.  (As Wendy would say, "Feel free to click for a Bigger Boarder.")

He's a lovely boy, and we are so glad to be able to give him a home.