This is What Happy Looks Like

I caught my brother in an exceptionally good mood Friday night, and told him how much I'd like to bring Filly and Lee home (Meep is in a foster home, and thriving there).

"I don't care", he said.  I asked him again, knowing that he was not a fan of cats.  And the answer stayed the same.  Even though we were in public, my eyes got watery enough for the bartender to ask me if I was okay.  I was better than okay.

I didn't realize how lonely I had been since Grace died.  Yes, I'm living with my brother and sister-in-law, and we're having a good time reconnecting with each other.  But there was something missing.

Yesterday I brought Lee and Filly home.  Lee's name has been changed to Leo, although I still call him Lee, and Filly is Abby, although that might be changed to Maggie May.  They both have an upper respiratory infection, which means lots of wet sneezes and goopy eyes and noses.  They're busy exploring; this morning I found Leo on my brother and sister-in-law's bed, happily climbing on my brother to wake him up.  I think a baby gate is in order - nobody likes to be woken up early on a Sunday!  I lived with senior cats for so long I've forgotten what it's like to have kittens, with their rambunctious antics like launching themselves through the air in the middle of the night only to land on your head.

Last night when I went to bed, they both followed me, and immediately settled down; Lee at the foot of the bed, and Filly next to my face.  She wrapped both paws around my neck, and fell asleep with her face on my cheek.  Did I mention that they chose me?

I'm hoping that my house will be move-in ready in 4 weeks.  Drywall taping and texturing is , happening, and after that the flooring and cabinets can go in.  I picked out my paint colors Friday, and my home will be a riot of color - no bland boring white for me!

And tomorrow is the end of the option period for my house in Texas.  They've had it inspected, and so far, no word on more repairs.  There's a water leak somewhere; my water bill went from $49 to $206 in a month.  My only hope is that it was caused by the sewer repair and they take care of it.  But if all goes well, we'll close by December 7th, the day that will indeed live in infamy for me.  Sounds like my Mom's house won't close until then either, since the buyer finally admitted that he hadn't contacted the bank until last week (it's been under contract for 2 months).

So my luck is due for some improving in 2016.  And I think that the two adorable little purring creatures that entered my life yesterday might be a good way to kick that off.