If the Queen of Spades were in charge of pastoral care.

The Queen of Spades is, um, not always the most gracious creature on the planet. Sometimes when RantWoman is fussy and upset, the Queen of Spades offers to "help"--by biting RantWoman's toes, scratching various parts of RantWoman's body and hissing when disciplined. And then there was this afternoon.


The Queen of Spades

RantWoman imagines her this afternoon: MOmmm, you're giving away my supper.

RantWoman: 1. it's not suppertime yet.  2. We have enough to share and it's been a rotten couple weeks at that other kitty's house.

Rotten couple weeks as in:

--Circumstances requiring multiple visits by about 6 cops to someone else's apartment; that someone has now been removed to more, um secure lodging and RantWoman assumes that said former neighbor is unlikely to return.

--A conversation with another neighbor of the form "Thank you so much for telling me. I am SO sorry. Owwwwwww!"

--A conversation with the other kitty's human about changing locks and a RantWoman offer just to sit with if needed. Other kitty's human goes on RantWoman's Hold in the Light list and watch for fluctuations from that neighbor's usual sunny presence.

--On RantWoman's way out this afternoon, other kitty was howling in the hall near his house. RantWoman is glad the kitty's human opened the door. RantWoman learned some cat food would help. Enough for today.

Dang it! Dang it! Dang It! RantWoman does not even want to use this neighbor's nom de blog for reasons of confidentiality. Hold in the Light. Dang it! Dang it! Dang It!