Leaving it in the hands of The Powers that Be

The Powers that Be, that's my name for whatever you might choose to call a higher power, be that God, Allah, Yeweh, or whatever. Anyway, I'd pretty much convinced myself that staying here was the best thing for us to do. My breathing has been better, though not good, since the major fires got subdued, and I really do enjoy Three Rivers, the people we've come to know and our home. Then, the house was shown to a couple that seem like a serious prospect (though that's always meaningless until everyone has signed on the line) and my breathing has taken a downturn at the same time. This time there are no fires nearby, just heat and resulting bad air. More 100 degree plus days and more bad air.

So, I'm just saying "I have no idea what's best." We'll see what comes and just have confidence that whatever that is will be the very best.

Meanwhile, back in the studio, Scottie came upstairs to chat. That meant Cocoa came to get petted. Seeing that action, Ellie decided to join in. Fortunately Buck was outside and Lucy napping on the bed in the master or Scottie would have run out of hands and room.

When Scottie got tired of petting with both hands, Cocoa took the hint and elected to nap. Ellie decided to pester Cocoa for attention. When Ellie first came to us as a very young feral cat, she didn't purr and really didn't get the concept of petting. Now she's insatiable. Cocoa decided that Ellie was her kitty at the very beginning, possibly some innate mother thing since Ellie was very, very young to be on her own. They've remained really good buddies even as Ellie has learned to be a family cat.

Ellie has learned on her own to give kisses, too. She's turned into quite the house cat and shows no desire to live in the wild again. Earning a living out there must have been difficult.

I guess that whether we stay here or move on, home is where the critters are.