Still No Bag

10July17

When my husband came back from his walk, he told me he was accosted by Patch. Patch is an accoster, and with that sweet meow and insistent begging, one believes Patch is starving. By the time I got downstairs with food, there was no Patch and no Mask. I left them a little food just in case.

I was greeted by Fluffy who meowed before I could say hello. Remembering how she got too close yesterday and I almost managed to – heaven forbid – touched her, she stayed far away. Still no Bag. Earlier this year, Fluffy had disappeared for a few days. Later came back and lay down exposing her belly to Bag. It was almost like they had a fight and Fluffy packed her suitcase and left. Bag being gone feels different than a lover’s quarrel. Again, this is the time of year the city puts out rat poison. I do hope Fluffy’s guy is okay. She seems a little lost and lonely.