I can be rolling along quite blissful in my ignorance of impending doom, and the tiniest hint will throw me into a panic. It’s probably helpful that by the time doom strikes I’m already exhausted from a panic attack, so that I just accept my fate without too much struggle.When I got home from Bitty’s house, my parents were outside in the cat hotel that used to be a barn where we kept farm machinery like mowers, tractors, and other work implements. Now it’s a cattery complete with warm little nooks tucked under eaves, in corners, and wherever there’s a likely spot for a cat to hide. While I’m sure the cats believe two meals a day just miraculously appear in metal food pans, my parents spend a nice little chunk of money to provide them with good nutrition.Little Brown Dog, mostly called Brownie, regards the cats as nuisances and only on occasion worthy of a game of chase. He prefers chasing squirrels, but they rarely come down from high tree branches when he’s outside, although they have been known to pelt him with acorns from time to time.
