Strange days lately. Friends are moving. The doorbell rings and a tiny kitten is handed to you. Rain out of nowhere several days in a row.
We travel by ferry to visit friends and half the boat is dressed like they stepped out of the 20's: flapper dresses, boater hats and all. Maybe it's just New York, but lately things have felt so strange.
I want to name the kitten Bear, but she can't be mine. Four cats is just coo coo, but Bear would perfectly fit into my little heard of "B" named cats- Bug, Banjo, Bastian.
How are things lately for you?