How do I know? Because she just lays in her box in her box and meows at me when I go into the laundry room. At least she's still talking. She doesn't seem pressed to get outside for a change of scenery, which she does when she's herself. I don't blame her at all. It's as dark outside as it is in the basement laundry room. And it's cold out there too.
I bet she'll snap out of it when the sun comes out.
3 years ago
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I don't remember whose blog I'm commenting on so I guess I won't, in case I make a fool of myself, which is pretty much the norm around here.
Daisy's depressed? Put her in front of the blue light. Seriously, maybe she's sick. Daisy can't be sick. She might be my favorite. Except for you. And Bob.
Nah, she wasn't sick, just depressed. She finally decided to go outside for a bit this evening, but didn't waste anytime coming back in.
Dear Pam: I linked into your blog today from Lynne's. I ended up reading for more than half an hour. Your posts and stories are wonderful.
Hugs, Valerie
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