>>Don't know what just to say this morning<<

Seems somebody was in a hurry early, zipping down the street in front of our house, opposite our dirt road. Little Bub was trying to make it across that street, to get to the house, and sleep on his favorite chair out on the back porch.

But like I said, somebody was in a hurry -- people always go flying around the corner in front of our cabin, like the world is on fire, or something close.

And little teeny bub couldn't make it across the street fast enough to avoid the speeding car.

Noah found him when he went outside to pick up the morning paper.

I am heartbroke and so sad. He was such a fun little cat -- Bub would do anything to chase off other cats..zip off the porch to catch a lizard..explore around the shed.

But now our little friend is gone, and now I'm just going to go and sit out on the front porch, and look at the woods as they change color.

Sitting on the front porch in the turquoise chair was one of bub's favorite spots, too.

I'll sit in the turquoise chair for him.

Rest in Peace, little buddy...


Lady of The Tulips