this is harry. he's quick to come and say hello and rub against your legs. if you sit down, he'll hop right away onto your lap and stare at you with his puppy dog eyes. several of the cats in the second cat room were bullying him (specifically, peach and booker, which is strange as they can be very loving themselves) so he was switched to the first cat room. can you guess who tried to bully him there? yes, ridley. that darn ridley, whom i love dearly. it's like having a naughty child.
so half of my time today was hanging out with harry in the first cat room and making sure he ate the food specially brought in for him. he's a bit thin.
it was another rainy day for errands.
i stopped for ravioli at rafetto's . . when i stepped into the store the aroma of marinara sauce and suasage took me back in time to my aunt mary's house, and also to my mom's kitchen.
(i also lost my list! but i think i managed to remember all the places i needed to stop at. so far, at least, i haven't thought of anything that was forgotten.)








