Day 25, 3pm – inside the red zone

I chose not to go to the memorial service.  The timing seems wrong when we are still in a state of emergency, some of the dead have not yet been identified, and the fate of the inner city is unclear.

I spent the two minutes’ silence lying full length on the bedroom floor, reaching under the bed to stroke the refugee cat.  He didn’t know about the two minute silence and he purred!   Later he was enticed out and allowed me to cuddle him for a few minutes before retreating again.

“The cat and I sat on the mat
with me allowed to stroke and pat.”