Wolf Wears Wool

. . . Holy styleshift, Batman.

What can I say?  That sort of thing tends to happen when one’s life is violently shoved into a state of upheaval. Sorry I’ve been absent for so long.  Shouldn’t happen again, though I must say, for the time being, we’re down to one update a week.  You might have noticed that development already in effect, though.

Yes, I’m all moved in and settled into my Cave Of Shame- whups, I mean, my parent’s basement.  I really don’t want to say much more about this other than a brief but heartfelt thanks to everyone, to every individual who expressed sympathy for my situation, concern for my well-being, and made an effort to reach out in whatever way they could.  I’d also like to extend a special thanks to those who made an effort to help me with my cats, whether through a reblog on tumblr, a fave on DA, or a simple comment or condolence, I appreciate every gesture.

At the last possible desperate moment, I did manage to get in touch with a foster a handful of towns away who could take them.  She is a complete stranger living a two hour’s drive from me, but she will provide them a safe place to crash until they find a forever home.  As utterly fucking heartbroken as I am to lose them, the fact that they’re together and not at an overcrowded shelter where they risk euthanasia is of considerable consolation.  I think of them every night and I pray they are well . . . And yes, I can admit that I am crying like a damn baby as I write this.

Ru, Zekiel, you’re in my heart and I miss you something royal. Love you, always.