Moving On
Well, at the risk of people thinking we’re douchebags, I thought I’d mention that we have kittens. Thurien is still missing and we needed something to distract ourselves from remembering that he is gone. The lady down the street does not have him. I’m just going to presume that we’ve lost him for good. It does no good to keep calling out the front door every night. The signs we put up were of no help. The neighbors have not seen him. We’ve not found his body or remains anywhere. He’s just gone. Like he never existed. It’s better to believe him dead than suffering somewhere. I hope it was quick and that he did not suffer. It kills me that he’s gone but I’m still fragile after Dad and so many relatives dying that I just don’t want to have to think about another death this soon.
We answered an ad for free kittens two weeks after Thurien went missing. These kittens are very special because they were bottle-raised after their mother went missing some 2 weeks after they were born. One is black and brown and grey tabby, a female we call Merrin. The other is a solid grey tiny thing that is called Shams. We kept them out in the cottage for a while because they were so small that we feared the other cats harming them without meaning to, we feared harming them ourselves on accident. Now they are in the house. They are both very happy and they know how to kiss as Thurien did, which is a comfort.
Eloric’s step-grandmother died three or so weeks back and we went to her viewing. I really don’t want to talk about the trainwreck that happened there right now. Just suffice it to say that all his siblings but for one were there… but at least I didn’t have to talk to them. They must finally understand the utter loathing that I have for them. I’ll detail the stupidity later when I have more drive to do so.
The guild underwent some drama recently- again, I am quite tired and have been ill, so I’ll just tease people with that for now. It was really special.
I’m still tired of all this death.
cats, 
