Excerpt from today’s email:

I got home yesterday afternoon, thanks to [REDACTED]. The boys were happy to see me, as was I to see them. Andy decided my walker is his perch. Dougy rubbed me every way he could to make sure Andy knew Dougy claimed me as his human. 

I’m having to use my laptop because my PC won’t connect to the internet for some reason: MADDENING! I have so much mail and [REDACTED]  have changed so much in my apartment I’m not home or comfortable yet. Things are all stacked and rearranged. 
Didn’t sleep a wink last night in that bigger, more comfortable bed [REDACTED] decided I need to start sleeping in. Of course, as someone who doesn’t have cats, she doesn’t know that you don’t shut doors on cats (or dogs), and the boys wanted to get some quality time with me again…all night! 

Dougy was especially tenacious, walking on me, kneading me, rubbing on me, sticking his face in my face. Andy was content (mostly!) to hop on the window sill behind my headboard and check out the night scene outside the window, though he also perched on the walker, which was by my bed. 

I don’t know how fast I will get back to blogging. I am buried in things that have to be done, and I’m having a hard time getting organized. For one thing, I need to get some groceries if I’m eating anytime soon. 

DOUG IS HOME
 

Note: I redacted the names of the folks Doug mentioned in his email for privacy. I’ll let him mention them in his blog if he wishes to.

Welcome home Doug.