I do miss her so much. She’s been gone from us for at least two weeks but I still feel her quietly and cautiously “owning the house”. Oh yes, she was the boss alright, no mistaking that. Jimmy knew it too and kept out of her way. The bigger of the two and male to boot, he was actually afraid of Pussh, despite her 15+ years.
I remember the day she came into our lives, remember it like it was the other day. She was up at the start to Charleville woods in the thick briars meowing in a frantic fashion; as if to say, “please take me home with you and feed me. This mother of mine is throwing me out to the wolves. Please protect me, save me from my mother, pleeeeeease!”
So she did come home with us that day and here she stayed, ever aloof but faithful, always quietly present, never letting us down. RIP PUSSH
I just wanted to let you know, Mr or Mrs. Easter Bunny, that I didn’t find any eggs on the little tour you had me go on. Your signs are there leading the way, pointing one in the right direction but alas all the eggs are gone. Could it be that you forgot to take down the signs after Easter Sunday Easter Bunny Egg Hunt? And that all the eggs were picked up that day? If so, could you please remove your signs so that we can have a litter free beautiful Charleville once again
No, I’m not offering either of these. You can go make your own tea or pour your own Guinness. All I’m saying is that, when at the waterfall in Glenbarrow, up the Slieve Bloom mountains, we were reminded of these two things. It’s funny how one saw a pint of Guinness and the other a cup of tea (without the milk, that is). There was another who saw a glass of whiskey on the rocks in it. I just saw bog water running very rapidly down a precipice. But I have been known to be a bore!!!