Dear reader, life without our gorgeous Lucy & Jinks goes on. There is nought so strange as returning to one's home at the end of one's professional toil, not to be met by the overtures of our beloved Maine Coons, as they lead you up the garden path, chirruping at how late one is and did I not realise the time, for supper really should be ready by now.
Many times I have caught myself looking for them, or feeling for them at night as I lay waiting for sleep, the comforting weight of their warm body whilst the male guardian works his night shift. Life, as you have seen over these few years, throws many a curve ball but regardless, goes on. This is indeed how we find ourselves. Spring flowers raising their faces to the sun, primroses, daffodils, hellebores and snowdrops bringing such joy. The euphorbia is really quite spectacular with beautiful acid green bracts, so vivid, why my dears, they quite glow but all without the ever present companions, for this is what they were. I find myself reflecting on the joy they gave, along with the comfort and companionship in return for a comfortable, warm home and regular meals.
Very much as both Lucy and Jinks would wish, other felines have benefitted from any stocks of delicacies and the like that we had stockpiled for their delectation, fond as they both were of a fine morsel or two, as you may remember.
The pattern of life is therefore changed but we continue, with a little mark of sadness eternally etched upon our hearts. The Antipodean cousins however are flourishing in their surroundings and we are fortunate to receive regular updates on progress, which is always most delightful. Our own lives are looking forward t'ward the future but our pleasure in a simple country life continues. As the wind and rain build, our little home is warm and snug, the log burner lit against the chill; beautiful classical music echoes gently through the rooms as I work upon a second pair of fine woollen socks for the male guardian. I do so like a little something to keep me busy for we do not wish for the Devil to find work for idle hands now do we.
