Back from St. Croix

 Kevin and I got back from our annual vacation to St. Croix, USVA, on Saturday night.

Kevin took 18 million lovely pics, but he hasn't worked on them yet. This picture of me is not the most flattering, but oh well. You can see there is an ocean behind me!

Here is a picture of a very handsome feral chicken.

We had a fabulous week, as usual. I was happy to come back though. I missed the kids.

Our pool was green when we got back, but we threw in chemicals and whipped it into shape.

I am almost done with a book. I know I say that a lot. Because I write fast.

So yeah, we vacationed and we came back. We are mostly done with school for the year. I am in the mood to clean the house, and have been decluttering and stuff.

It is good.

Good-bye, precious Buddy

 

Friday was a sad day. Miriam went out to feed the cats and our oldest cat, Moonbeam, had passed peacefully in his sleep.

He was very old. I am thinking 14 or 15. He was fat his entire life. So it wasn't a huge shock but it certainly was hard.

He had been slowing down but was still friendly and moving around well. No sign of illness, but maybe his heart just gave out.

He was a stray kitten along with his mother and a sibling, way way back. We kept him and found homes for his mother and sibling. He was incredibly friendly. Maybe because he was underfed as a kitten, he had a rapacious appetite and was overweight for most of his life.

One of our neighbors once said to Kevin (while pointing at Moonbeam), "I think your cat is pregnant."

Kevin said, "Well, there are two reasons why I don't think that is true. One, he is a boy. Two, he is fixed."

So long, sweet Moonbeam. You were a wonderful, wonderful cat and we miss you.