His health is so fragile; it’s hard for me to believe he’s younger than I am.
He has been so down lately – last month was the anniversary of his wife’s death, and her birthday was only a few days ago. These anniversaries are such horrible ones.
I tried to get in touch with his sister, but her house was in the path of Katrina (she lives in Mississippi, about 60 miles inland). She talked to him briefly on the phone a few days ago to let him know she was OK; that her house had had some damage, and phone service hadn't been restored to her house yet.
I called her cell and left a message - at least that phone was working. I hope she gets the message.
In the meantime, I’m caring for his three cats. Chloe is a sweetheart, Scooby is unsure about my presence but willing to be petted. And I actually saw the third cat Mouse (well named!) for the first time ever...! She hides under the bed every time I come to visit. When I saw her for the first time I tried to tell her I’m not a horrible cat killer, but she just wouldn't believe me and ran back into the bedroom. But she did poke her head around the corner to keep an eye on me. She actually emerged from the bedroom today and let me get within a few feet of her before she couldn't take it anymore and raced back to safety. "J" told me she was on the small side, but she is truly the tiniest adult cat I've ever seen. She can't be more than 6 pounds.