Talk about Hell Week. Root canal on Saturday, Mark gets sent back to Calgary from Regina on Monday morning due to Covid-19, school gets cancelled Monday afternoon, and then Crushy really starts to fall ill and dies on Friday morning (March20th). It can only go up from here, right? But anyway, what to say about this kitty that showed up in our yard the summer we moved in? Well, first of all, having been raised by his mother outside well into the winter, he was about the fluffiest little thing you can imagine. Good God! - he was a cutie. I tried to get him into the house by grabbing him off the deck one day. We had a heated house for the cats on the deck. Crush, his Mama and an old Tom we called Goliath used it. We assume Goliath was Daddy. Well, like most cats, things have to happen on their own terms, and when I grabbed him, he bit down very hard on my thumb. So hard, that I dropped him and he ran off. I kept feeding them and keeping an eye on them, and then one day, close to...