the gingersnaps shine light into my dark soul

playing in dad's chair

And then, while writing the last post about future doom and woe, I just happen to turn around and find the Gingersnaps lying together in a cuddle heap in “dad’s” other chair. How can you remain in a state of funk for one second after seeing these two guys? They’ve been in and out of my chair with me while I’ve had my legs propped up, a lapboard across my middle with the MBP on the lapboard while I type. I have been so blessed by these guys living with us, and not just them, but every other four-footed creature that has lived, and continues to live, in this house. How empty our lives, how spiritually poorer we would be without these truly innocent lovely little creatures.


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