What's that saying? Don't count your chickens before they hatch? Yeah, something like that.
The MS walk is less than 2 weeks away. Looking forward to that. I'm past my goal now and am very grateful for the support. Here's hoping for decent weather! We'll go regardless, but good weather helps the overall mood of the event.
Nance has been out of town for a few days. I keep telling her that when she's not here, Ringo (the cat) is up nearly all night. This was this morning's example.
Woke in a haze. Something woke me but I wasn't sure what. Listen.
There it is. Ringo was breathing strangely. He has mild asthma, as many Siamese do, but this was different. Loud. Opened my eyes to try to spot him in the dark and could see he was on his cat perch, facing the wall. I called his name and he hopped to the bed then back to the perch then back to the bed wildly. Uh oh.
I threw my legs over the side of the bed and turned the lamp on. I could see from his profile that he was wide-eyed and breathing like he was the size of Jabba the Hut. I hopped out of bed to get to him and he snapped his head around looked at me like I was effing crazy…like I had pulled him out of a trance.
There was a moth in the bedroom. He had been stalking it.