Rose, our 22 year old cat who is tenaciously clinging to her 9th life had an unexpected accident yesterday. DH, who Rose adores (she tolerates me), decided unbeknownst to me to clip off a few remaining mats on Rose's side. I was in another room when I suddenly heard him saying over and over again how sorry he was.
That's how our Monday went. But there was also good news as this week DH sounded the "Turtle Alert".
We generally mark them with a little spot of red nail polish so that we can tell if they've been here before or are new. This time DH saw and reported it to me, but I was in the middle of something and by the time I got there, he or she was gone. Tuesday morning the turtle was back. Again, DH saw and reported and although I got there fairly quickly, he or she was gone again. So I didn't get a picture. But it is good to know the box turtles are back.