May 2011, I adopted an orange tabby cat from the Humane Society. My tabby was chosen for his circumstance, name (eventually changed), color and researched disposition. I needed a new companion that wouldn’t “bark at me” morning, afternoon, night! Or pounce me . . . and hurt me. When I brought my new companion home in a
It is interesting how our viewpoints change over the years. Most of what we know and understand comes from our household upbringing, schooling and life experiences. Everything affects our perceptions. There was a time when I said openly, “I can’t figure out why people get divorced.” “I can understand when someone is being abused (hurt/hit), that divorce
September 2, 2012 at 10:17 pm Here in my quiet space — I never know what sweet reminders will surprise me. Just moments ago, I discovered a note written by my father from several years ago — in Italian. He wrote the message inside a memo pad. This copy may not be exact since I
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