Until we meet again...

We are so very sorry to hear that our dear friend Skeeter has gone to the Bridge. He lived a wonderful life filled with love, friends, warmth and adventure. We will miss him and send our purrs of comfort to his Big Thing, Mark and his fur family, LC and Ayla.

The PM is storm stayed in the city so we do not have any nice photos to add.

Do Not Stand at My Grave and Weep

Do not stand at my grave and weep,

I am not there... I do not sleep.

I am the thousand winds that blow...

I am the diamond glints on snow...

I am the sunlight on ripened grain...

I am the gentle autumn rain.

When you waken in the morning's hush,

I am the swift uplifting rush

Of gentle birds in circling flight...

I am the soft star that shines at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry—
I am not there... I did not die...

(trad. Celtic prayer)

Skeeter, scout out the best hunting spots on the Bridge and we'll run in the wilds when we meet

again.

We just read about sweet Cloud Chaser and Mr. Kelly. Three lovely mancats gone to the Bridge. Purrs to all their families.