Catching Up
I actually started this post on Sunday, as it was the 9th anniversary of Chumley's death, but I never did finish it. (I posted a collage for Chum on FB, as many of you saw.) Anyway. Late afternoon sky on the 19th. No regrets at all about the carpet! The installer came back early Saturday morning to install a new closet door track, which was the final thing to do. I did buy a couple of little bound pieces of carpet, to see if Nicki will scratch on those instead of the new stuff. Yes and no -- he's using the little pieces but still scratching anywhere he pleases, of course. One note: While I can no longer smell (thanks to the cat allergy, I'm sure), the new carpet must have given off quite a chemical odour. I woke up last Thursday morning feeling quite ill in my head (no jokes, please). Not nauseous, but just terrible. At a friend's suggestion, I "slept" in the spare room Thursday night, which, while didn't afford much actual sleep...