Yesterday, my 17 year old Sophie cat passed away. We knew it was coming. She had stopped eating and was getting weaker and weaker. Her kidneys have been an issue for a few years but she appeared happy and in no pain so we let her go on her terms. Up until yesterday she was still purring when we petted her. She is buried out back next to Maxie cat - her sister that passed 4 years ago.
This morning we had a opossum in the cage. Greg released it but upon further research it is probably what got Fred the chicken. We will try to capture it again and rehome it far, far away. It was a cute little bugger though.
3 sets of 12 groups of hexagons are put together. I have 5 sections to go. Now that I know how they go together it is moving along pretty quickly. I also might have spent a lot of time in the living room with Sophie stitching on Sunday.