There’s a cricket in the house.
We’ve named him Jiminy.
I saw him scurry under the living room sofa last week. I tried to capture him to put him back outside, where he must surely prefer to be, but he was far too elusive.
I rather like the sound of crickets and I find I don’t mind the sound of one in the house. It’s a comforting sound. At this moment, as I write this, I don’t hear him. Where are you, Jiminy? I miss your music.
Riley is amazing. Yesterday, I lost count at how many times he got up on his own and walked around the living room, kitchen and den. Twenty? More? He’s certainly improved a great deal in the last two days. This morning? Already up and down several times: checking for crumbs on the kitchen floor, going to the water dish, heading toward the kitchen door so that I know he has to go outside, walking over to my chair so he can settle down beside me. He’s a fighter, my Riley. So, we’ll continue to fight right along with him. What a teacher he continues to be.
I’m leaning toward Saturday for our “A Favorite Thing” party, simply because there aren’t a lot of parties/memes on Saturday. Any more thoughts on that one?