Caturday; the Aftermath

Now that the needful is done and I've done some cleaning, I'm OK, mostly.

It was obvious that it was Jake's time. Any longer would have been only so I could have more time. He was clearly uncomfortable and likely in some pain. No regrets.

My car has a lot of cat gear in it that will go to the shelter in a couple of hours. They'll use what they can and sell what they can't in their second-hand shop.

If you want to make a memorial gift, you can go here and click on the yellow "donate" button, or you can send a check to FPAC, P.O. Box 45, Farmington, MO 63640. Like all such shelters, they're almost always on the ragged edge financially.

My home feels empty. There isn't another presence in it. I have a longish trip coming up and, while my preference is to not adopt another cat until I return, I make no guarantees.

But as to almost everything else, my Give-A-Shit tank is empty. On the issues of the day, expect to see little, if anything, on this blog for awhile.