A year in cats
This week we said our final goodbyes to NAH's aunt, who passed away peacefully in early December at the grand age of 94. With her passing we no longer have any distance caring responsibilities, plus the elder Chapman baton has passed to NAH and and his elder brother.
I'm finding it quite hard to adjust to these circumstances, as part of what's made me who I am the past 13 years or so is no longer there. In the meantime, I've spent quite a lot of time over the past few weeks thinking about the good times with my aunt-in-law, who was a lot of fun and the source of many of our good times.
Part of her lasting legacy is the family's love of cats and the annual cat calendar. For many years a December delight was the Whiskas one plopping onto our doormat; she'd saved many a label from her cat's favourite tinned food to provide this regular event. Whiskas stopped doing their calendar around 10 years ago, and we took on the mantle of providing one, firstly with photos of Skimble and Jess; now this year it's Skipper and Spot's turn.
Saturday turns into #caturday on the interweb, so it seemed appropriate to reveal their photos from the calendar today. NAH and I enjoyed making the shortlist and final selection, and I love making this most personal of calendars happen.
What a joy and diversion it's been to have them in this strangest of times, even when they're being naughty... which is often!