As if on cue for when Dad leaves for a few days, Gigi comes back scrounging for food.
Gigi isn’t my cat. Vivaldi is my cat… and I haven’t seen him for ages.
But looking through all these blog entrieas I switch to WordPress and get it all set up, it made me want to hug Vivaldi… and then Gigi pops up. Not the same, but it’ll do. So I gave the little cat who’s now not so little a hug and then she went on her merry way… probably snooping for food in other people’s homes.