The craziness continues. Who knew that Parkinson’s ate your brain and made you go batshit? Not sure how much longer it will be before the old fart goes completely off the rails. Kind of makes me think of the old Who line: “Hope I die before I get old”. Amen to that.

And, on yet another sad note, Truman disappeared. I don’t know what happened to him. One evening he was there, trilling away as he did when you petted him and the next day he was gone. I suspect an owl, he was just a kitten. The loss of someone you love is always hard but somehow harder when they disappear without a trace.

Little Truman, gone to blue. Miss you, buddy. Looking forward to seeing you on the other side.