Home Sweet Home

To the casual observer, it might very well look like nothing is happening at Farview.  In fact, this photo was taken to commemorate a momentous occasion.  Bess and Celeste are only feet apart - in the living room!  My self-appointed deputy, Bessie Anne, had kept the cats in isolation in the back of the house for a week.  It was time for an intervention.  I carried a very unsure Celeste down the hall to sit with me.  Bess questioned but did not argue her presence and soon settled in her own chair, keeping one eye on the cat, just the same.  Celeste readily adjusted and we sat together for a long time.  Ralph stayed under the bed.

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.