The Cat's Out of the Bag
This is Popeye and Mrs. JP last night minutes after we got home from the airport in Warwick. I suppose this is the closest our stoic Russian Blue could bring himself to say, "I'm glad you're finally home, Mommy."
Anyway, pending her breaking the news to her mother that she wasn't, in fact, staying indefinitely, I was under injunction back when she was still in Vero Beach not to mention her imminent return or the fact that I had to spend $150 we didn't have to get her back in what had turned into a ransom situation. This is why a couple of short posts I'd written last month abruptly disappeared. Sending her to Florida certainly wasn't my idea and her little Christmas vacation cost us about $400, which is about what her last trip cost a year ago. Except then we were much better positioned to absorb the costs and that trip was strictly voluntary.
So now the cat's out of the bag, so to speak. One of my posts deleted by request was a plea for assistance to help us meet our rent come February 1st. Now I have to renew that plea. I haven't even turned the heat on in my house, yet, because I've been trying to pare expenses down to the bone this winter. But we're still going to be about $400-500 shy of meeting all of our bills so we'd be grateful for any help you could give us. Were it not for this trip that was foisted on us, we'd probably be all set for another month.