Another Year Over

By Gentle Mousie, blogger of the mundane and the spectacular.

Good morning dear friends.  Here we are at the last Monday of 2020.  Most people are thrilled to be seeing the end to this year of misery.  It has been a challenging year at best.  Of course, like most years there has been a mixture of good and bad.   For us, the good has been having Grammy home with us almost 24/7/366. 

That part has been great.  The old girl ensconced in her chair, knitting or napping or better yet, cuddling and snuggling with us.  We have loved that.  In fact, I've actually braved spending more time with Grammy and the cow kitties than ever before.  

The not so good parts have been Grammy's illness coupled with having to isolate, then losing my mommy, Whiskers, and a month later Grammy's fall followed by Etude's PTSD.  Well, we have weathered it all.   We may not look or be quite the same but we've come through. 

Etude's coat is a little shabby... His plucked belly glows pink when he does his prairiedog routine... and his legs are a little moth-eaten... well, maybe not moth-eaten, more like Etude-eaten.  Grammy puts the blue collar of shame on him but only when absolutely necessary.  Usually just distracting him when he starts to chew is sufficient to stop the chomping for a while.  He curls up into a ball and naps until the next meal. 

Rondo, while looking dapper, is more vocally annoying than ever.  He starts calling for breakfast around 6:30 and refuses to let up until Grammy has fed his ever-needy tummy.  It seems to be a bottomless pit.  A half hour after that first meal he seeks a second breakfast, then a pre-lunch snack, then lunch, mid-afternoon nibbles, dinner, apres-dinner nosh, pre-bedtime sustenance and midnight chowdown.  Otherwise, he is about the same - he whines.  At least, when he's napping we get some relief.  *giggles*  He's more like a chow-hound than a kitty.

Sweetie has been a trouper through it all.  She still seeks out Grammy's lap for naps,  sleeps most of the day on the sofa or in her ivory tower then roams the house at night, checking for intruders and making sure we are all safe in our wee beds.  She is our intrepid guardian and we love her for it.

Me? Well, I miss my mommy but Grammy has been my go to for cuddles and kisses and snuggles and when I'm not with her I curl up on my pedestal or in my nice warm marshmallow bed.  Last night Grammy joined me in my bed.  No, not her whole body, silly.  She curled up on the big bed and used the rim of the marshmallow as a pillow.

So, where do we go from here?  Well, it looks like the next few months at least are going to be more of the same.  Grammy's not been given the go-ahead to resume her pre-2020 life and as long as that bug COVID is out there isolation will be paramount and knitting and cuddles will prevail.  Yahoo!

And here is our year in review...  Kitties and Knitties.  *giggles*   Hope you enjoy it.

Comments are most welcome.

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