Miss Manners, She Ain’t.

Dangerously Anti-Social? or Possessed of a Refined Sensibility. Nothing quite like a cat to keep one humble. Luckily, [as long as our delusions remain in check] they’re also willing to make us feel loved.

We seem to be recovering from the annus horribilis which was 2007. Accepting the losses sustained and the things we cannot change. Awakening to the reality that we’re still surrounded — and that our bummers are their bummers. Bummer! But the fog is lifting…

We’ve received more than $200 in donations through our BREAD 4 BREAD campaign, over the past few days, and though we’re still swimming in red ink, the kindness of strangers has definitely given us hope and lightened our mood. Our heartfelt thanks to all who have been so very generous [and our pleas remain active for those who might be so inclined, now].

Mea culpas have been given to the critters, for whom the abject self-pity party must have been mortifying. Thank God they don’t have a webcam. It wasn’t pretty. Rather than being thankful for those we’d been given for a while and appreciating those we still have, we were blinded by grief, aware of only those we had lost. How embarrassing.

All better, now! They did an intervention on us, we made our amends, and we’re livin’ in the moment. Takin’ it one furball at a time…