Something about a cat’s gentle purr. I read that it rumbles at a frequency very soothing for us humans. I do find it calming. My little Simba is addicted to my lap, if such a thing can be. They came over with us in 2014. We each had a carrier with a cat and reservations in-cabin for them. Oddly no one seemed to notice them. Not at check-in, not when boarding, not during the flight, not even when passing through passport control and customs on the way out of Roma airport. But that was ok. They were good travelers. They were only four then. Young boys and very adaptable. Now they are sixteen. How did that happen? I could ask the same for myself. I celebrated (?) 3/4 century on Sunday. So many years. I will miss my boys when they are gone.
Do we all get into an introspective mood when the year finishes and a fresh one begins. And why do we even have years? Is it a compulsion for humans to mark time, whatever that is? Tomorrow is New Year’s Eve. I will watch the year change across the globe on CNN. Then I will endure the fireworks the Italians love so much.
Of course, for food, we will have traditional fish for New Year’s Eve. Then on new years I will do American south, hoppin’ John, cornbread and greens, all of it for luck. The greens are for money, and the corn bread is for gold, I will post pictures of the big doins’ in my next post.
Thanks Ashley!
Happy belated birthday Nancy 🤗
That’s the way to do it!
We have both lentils and black eyed peas to cover all the bases!
Thanks Elizabeth, buon anno to you too.
Thanks Matt. You get it. It is funny how your younger self sees infinite time ahead of them. Now I see those goalposts up ahead. I know I’ll never have time to do all I wanted to do. But I’ll do things within my power and time and when it is all done well, that’s ok too. Cats make life fuller. I’m not getting kittens but I may adopt elder cats later. We will see. Buon anno.
Happy belated birthday Nancy, and happier 2026!
Another truly fine post, Nancy. This one really touched me. I’m only a year behind you and am now down to one fourteen-year old cat (from four). He’s a quirky fellow, not nearly as affectionate as your Simba, but my Enzo is good company, nonetheless. These days I find myself reflecting on life and the remainder of days much more than I used to. Wishing you and Luther all the luck your dinner symbolizes.