If You Need Us, Call the Cat

Dear John,

 

I know - you've already gotten your letter tonight, and the limit is one per customer. But here I am anyway. There's no escaping.

 

Fireworks started at dusk. Some were across the street and some farther away - I know they were scheduled for Syracuse and Dallas Lake tonight. So I had the usual shivering dog in my lap, and the usual cat in the window watching fireworks. Then Hunter came down, rubbed his nose against Jethro's nose, and sat there and licked his nose for a while. It was the sweetest thing to watch. Hunter looked very concerned, and was very gentle. The family dynamics here are amazing to watch.

 

We got ready for bed a little after 10, and fireworks started up again. The dog was so scared that I gave him 25 mg of Benadryl. And since I mowed, trimmed, and pruned today and everything hurts except the end of my nose, I took my own pain meds, too. That makes the cat our designated driver for the night. I put him in charge, so if anybody needs to reach us before morning, it's best to call the cat.

 

It's almost 11:30, Jethro is fast asleep, and I'm about ready to join him. We only have a 30% chance of storms tonight, so I have hopes for a good night's sleep for all of us. I know you will rest well, since you're getting the final rest from all your labors. May God grant you a portion of all good Heavenly things!

 

Love you with all my heart,

Joan.