R I P LISA
My kitty Lisa passed away last night. I found her lying in the yard this morning. As far as I knew she was healthy and happy but she was getting up a bit in age, being over eight years old. At any rate, there were no sign that she had been attacked or anything of that sort, though she had hemorrhaged. I rather suspect that she had attempted to jump (or fell) from the roof or a high limb on the oak tree -- something she could pulled off when a younger and thinner cat.
So Captain Billy Bones is now King of Peanut Road. Lisa had just begun to tolerate him, too. Now if he can lay off getting into fights (fat chance unless I get him fixed), he'll be around a while.