This morning, I had breakfast and tried to read the newspaper around Don Juan, who always tries to keep me away from things that may upset me. (Unfortunately, he hasn't figured out a way to spirit the bills out of the locked mailbox before I see them.) As usual, he ended up in my lap with his paws over my right arm.

But, I had to go to work, and I gave him a hug and told him that I had to go so I could keep a roof over his head and food in his bowl, then put him down in the chair.

And he looked so SAD!

Now I feel guilty for leaving him, even though he has fresh water and breakfast and Zerlina to play with. Damn.

Liz