Tuesday, March 18, 2014
Home Sweet Home
Apparently Celeste shared the news that the rules of house arrest had been lessened because, at bedtime, it was Bessie, Ralph, and me on the bed after lights out. Ralph made up with a week's worth of lovin', rubbing, rolling, sitting on my head, and cuddling. Celeste let him have his one-on-one time alone and Bess ignored everybody.
It remains to be seen if the spell really has been broken, but this morning the cats are racing around the bedroom, banging around in the bathroom, and venturing down the hall on their own. Bessie seems content to snooze with her head on my feet. It's a really big deal.
There is nothing quite like seeing a full moon rise behind the pines on the ridge across the road and listening to the coyotes sing their wild songs.