Prop 8 takes one in the goolies.
The cats, each in his own way, mourn Jeff’s absence; one by pissing copiously all over the chair he normally occupies in the kitchen, I’ve already Feliway’d it, and the other by voluntarily sitting in my lap for the first time in six months. Gizmo was sitting in my lap when Eddie started howling piteously at the back door (the wind is rattling the doors and windows) so I had to stand up and push him off my lap. He sat in the kitchen doorway, tail switching and with a miffed look. He let Eddie have a cuff on the way by for good measure.
