Not about this one. This one is fine.

I counted 34 yard cats this morning.

Inside, however, we are down one.

Snorri is gone.

It was absolutely surreal. I left my room to have supper. He was in the little cat bed, snuggling with other kittens. When I came back, I found him passed away.

While I was in the city, my younger daughter spent a lot of time cuddling with him. Nothing seemed out of place. After I got home and came into my room, he was being butt cuddled by one of the tabbies. I pet him, and he responded normally.

Then he was gone.

Yes, he was a sick kitty. That’s why we brought him inside. But he seemed to be getting better! He certainly wasn’t getting worse.

We’ve lost so many to that horrible strain of herpes this year.

The Re-Farmer