Comma is a bit of a loner. While my boys are more likely to be found on the back of the couch or in the middle of the bed sleeping, Comma would squeeze on to a bit of shelf above the washer and dryer, or scamper to the top of my pile of fabric. She doesn't rough house or chase the ball around her track/scratch mat, but she was an ace with the lazer pointer, and will shed her shy disposition when ever it made an appearance.
Some changes have happened over this last year. My sister and her husband are thinking ahead for what will be best for their combined futures abroad. They made the hard decision to be apart for the next 18 months so Adam can equip himself with a teaching certificate, allowing more placement options and less boredom.
When Ciara flew back to Turkey this past August, instead of flying with her husband, she took her furry family instead. Comma is back with her human, and we are back to a two cat household.
|By: Jeffrey Brown|
We miss Comma, but if you'll recall from previous posts, I'm a huge proponent of feline adventures. I'm sure she is happily soaking up some Turkish sunshine.