“In the Bleak Midwinter” was one of the Christmas hymns I never sang this year. I concentrated on a just a few, singing them to myself around the home. Missy Lee sometimes doesn’t care for my singing, but tolerates it. What choice has she? I light the fire in the morning now. Chilly but very little snow except on the mountains.
Missy Lee often listens to an English Choral Evensong from my iPad. Again, what choice has she? I think the more polished singing and organ music of talented musicians is easier on her ears than my noises. But I do love to sing at times, and cats must endure.
Today so far, we have not progressed to nail clipping. But she sat on my lap and allowed me to brush her fur. A little bit collected in the brush, which I rolled into a tiny ball. Missy tried to eat it. I pulled it from her mouth. No, no, spoken firmly. She must have sensed my terror.
Missy licks herself so much that rarely do I brush her. However today I did notice a bit of shedding. I think she must lick off and eat all the hair… horrors, horrors. But today I saved her stomach from a bit of it. Maybe it is not a problem for her. But is she is shedding now due perhaps to our very unusual winter, So I feel I should “help” by brushing.
I see sunshine has arrived at the front window so I shall adjust the curtains to let some in. A bit of free heat for the afternoon. I can let the fire die down.
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