Here is the lovely wool and twill journal I received last night at the Jo's Little Women Christmas get-together:
I'm afraid we were not a very lively group last night. Our leader said compassionately as she surveyed our sorry faces, "you all look so tired" lol. And so we were. Here is my journal. I digitized the embroidery design and stitched it out in teeny beeny cross stitch:
What, another one so soon?
But here is the story. My oldest cat, Ginger, or as we call her around the house, PoorPoorGinger, seemed to be approaching the Rainbow Bridge. Soon she would be talking things over with Dear Jane without any séance being necessary:
Then I fed her some Thanksgiving turkey. I swear she looked better almost instantly. She looked forward to her nightly turkey supply. They all did. Turkey, the miracle drug, is keeping PoorPoorGinger with us. So now I'm cooking an entire turkey for cats.