Niña below and Niño

This blog I am writing today 30 November to fill a hole for 25  November. Because of my impending trip tomorrow to Mexico City I have been lax in writing my blogs for a week.

There is something very important for this old man in order to cope with the loss of my Rosemary 5 years ago. This is strict routine. My cats Niño and Niña give me that routine. I feed them when I get out of bed in the morning. I make sure their kitty litter is clean and I take out Niño for his walk around the block. This routine stabilizes me.

Today I put them in their cat box and took them to the Feline Hilton on West Boulevard. Niña meowed only once and broke my heart. I left them. When I arrived home, both my daughters and my visiting nephew from San Francisco Tom Wolfe, were waiting for me. There were not cats to demand I feed them. When my visitors left I felt completely empty. I will get into bed tonight and try to sleep without any feline cuddling. At 4:30 a Black Top cab will pick me up. My bags are packed. I have nothing to worry. Yet the emptiness of the house is overpowering.

Perhaps someday (soon!) I will become a billionaire and I will be able to take my cats in my private plane. It is either that or I must not travel anymore.