Sad day in the boondocks for me this afternoon. Just buried one of my two old kitties. She was about 21 or 22 years old, a bit older than my other cat that turns 20 this summer. This one was rescued from starvation in a barren cornfield in late November one year... and I promised she'd never be hungry or cold again. That was good enough for her to become my unconditionally loving companion for sixteen years. Here she is inspecting a quilt I made for her from some scraps of cotton fabric.s She liked to "help" me pin and sew fabrics and of course to "help" unpack grocery bags. Thank goodness the ground is thawed enough to make a place to put her to rest alongside the barn... a sunny place in the morning, and shade for columbines and ferns in afternoon. Wrapped her in gold and orange batik as sunshine for the start of her next journeys. It's going to take awhile for me to connect to the fact that she has departed the planet. The other cat strangely enough spent the whole night last night sitting in a windowsill upstairs that's directly over the place where Grace went to sleep in her corner of the couch downstairs for the last time. A private wake for her old adversary, I guess. On the other hand that's the window Grace used to head for after breakfast on a sunny morning, so... go figure!! "The queen is dead... long live the new queen."