The Cat Lady Who Lost Her Cat

I think I started this post in April, or maybe May.I was in San Francisco when my Mum and Sis called to tell me Dad had died. It was expected. He was 80. A dear, dear man. Luckily, I have dear old friends in San Francisco, who came to sit with me the day after. What a difference that makes. Imagine if I was in a hotel in... Milwaukee. Thank you friends.We worked out when we could all get back for