The leader of the morning gathering of the Ladies of the Roundtable, aka The Coven, the “treat lady”, lost her dog of 15 years to old age. Sad.
Recently she was given a cat, a black cat, which she named Wicca.
I’m currently in the disfavor of the ladies due to my pointing out the appropriateness of the name, given they are a coven.
Banner, my dog, is still welcome, and I’m on the other end of the leash. I’m sure they will not rest until I’m put in my place.
After 25 years in the car biz, more curses on my head are not a worry. By now, I’m immune.