Megan came by last night and took Freya home. Home to Megan's house, I should say, because I think Freya came to think of my abode as home while she was here and I came to think of it that way too.
Freya is an excellent animal companion. If she were here now, she'd be resting on my belly while I type, with her chin resting on my left thumb. Only meowing when I make a typo.
"She's a great cat," said Megan, "but she doesn't give you much to blog about."
"It's true," I agreed. "But when you acquired her, you wouldn't have been thinking of finding a bloggable cat. Not like Zoom picking Duncan because he was the most bloggable cat she could find."
I could have blogged Freya's unconventional gender assignment, but I figure it's her business and if she is comfortable with it, so am I.
I hope Freya comes to stay again. As long as I'm here, she'll be welcome.
Meanwhile it's back to my word cop beat.
