Her black coat, when caught in the sunlight, revealed brown stripes which smacked of molasses. Because she had the unfortunate distinction of being born a cat, and a cat with a singular mind at that, she had to have at least two names; her formal name was Molasses; her human family called her, Molly. She was, for the most part, feral and for the least part, domestic. She hated Watson who was older and bigger and a dog. He showed his love for her by taking her head in his mouth and shaking her gently…for a terrier. When she grew weary of these dog inspired games she took her place as head of the pet household, oblivious to the seniority rule, and kept Watson firmly in his place with strategically placed swats to his nose. Then she disappeared.
Well hello there! My name is Vivienne McNeny.
I am an empty nester exploring life as a Boomer…you could say I'm happily Boomering along!
As a homeschooling Mum I have finally quit the job of role model and mentor to my four children. I do what I want to do, eat when I feel like it, enjoy life with my blue eyed cowboy and clean my house once a month or so whether it needs it or not!
In true English form I write about the emergence of my true identity now that I can no longer hide behind my children as their Mum.
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