William Wallace, our Norwegian Forest Cat, is the elder statesman here on the beach, and beloved Uncle to the other pets.
|William Wallace and Thomas on the Couch of Comfort|
Although devoted to our family, he does take a vacation from time to time. No matter how many times he has taken these leaves of absence, I end up worried sick about the old duffer.
I woke to the squeal of eagles in the trees outside my bedroom window this morning – like a welcome home chorus for Uncle William who was peering through the French door when I came downstairs. His disappearance lasted two weeks and a day this time, and I was thinking maybe he was gone for good. He is 17, after all.
|Also reappearing in the woods this weekend, the noble blueberry - ripe enough to start picking!|