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Marlowe brought in mouse, quite dead, last night. I left the small body folded in a paper towel on top of the garbage can in the garage, for us to manage during daylight. Apparently it was not there when Christine went to look for it this morning. I imagine a stunned mousie awakening in white sheets with eau de pizza box so close by: is this heaven? This evening a short-tailed shrew was brought in. I placed it at the end of the sidewalk in the dark. If it is stunned, it can find way to a better home, and if it is dead, a possum or raccoon or maybe the fox will find it under the bright moon and take it away.

Managed to forget Friday's frustration of the truck dying on us out of the blue. It leads to complications this week.

I worry about my Dad going to a funeral this week, box it up, and set it aside. There's only so much. We'll stay with my mom during the midday; my sister will come by to do her Mom whispering. Mom's let me help a little with bodily functions, but she doesn't easily do that.

I arranged a gift for a colleague whose aunt died in a horrific mess of incompetence involving failed transport to dialysis from a nursing home because insurance paperwork failures and transport companies that won't comply with COVID testing requirements of the nursing home. I'm pretty sure that there was a good dose of racism plus little valuing of a larger, older woman with diabetes complications. Because my colleague has to provide near 24 hour care for her mother (stroke and dementia) she couldn't be an in person advocate for her aunt, some hours away. And the communication back to her about failures in transport came far too late.

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Oh the poor, poor aunt.

And all the people who couldn't be with her at the end.

Clearly Marlowe loves you very much.

Oh, these weren't gifts. These were still in playing-with-food stage.

Still a sign of love, wanted you to play also. Such a generous cat.

Ah! Cats and their 'gifts' :o)

I'm afraid she never got to finish playing with it before the monkeys swooped in and removed it.

Marlowe is a rotten beast bringing deadish things like my rotten beasts! and my heart breaks for your friend. I can not imagine what she is going through. Please tell her virtual hugs and love is coming from East Of Raleigh

This all sounds so dreadful (except possibly the cat). My sympathies.