Heat

Its a steady 90° at night here. The mousies are sleeping until I put their water bottle in the fridge. My pinchy-pinched nerve acts up at this hot, breezeless hour. Nature’s on a humidity kick to boot, making all bedsheets useless, including the flipside of a pillow. And I feel like i’m being watched.

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This orange fuzzy blob waits for me all day.

By the by, I have a phone call with a convent tomorrow, long-distance. I’ll let you know how it goes.

Now if only I could sleep…but fuzzies are running on rattly wheels, nibble on crunchy bits, and sniffle at the heat. Oh, and roomie’s cat like to play hide-n-seek under my bed. Nothing like leaping out of bed at meowing to help me sleep.

RIP Rita

When Sammy died in early May, I got Rita soon after. The empty cage full of rodent toys mocking me from it’s corner.

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She was my wee furry acrobat, climbing and swinging just like Sammy had. Rita, nervous & timid, brown with a white patch on head & tummy; passed away between 2pm – 7pm. She wasn’t ill or injured, her cagemate Rachel isn’t aggressive.

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Rita & Samuel can keep each other company in heaven.

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I miss my munchkin. = (