THE NEXT MORNING, I had a bunch of things on my list to do before lunchtime rolled around. I took my aging Subaru to the garage to get its oil changed. Then I had a dental appointment for a cleaning.
When I got back home, I pulled some weeds outside for a few minutes before heading indoors to get lunch and cuddle with Fitz for a while. He’d found the perfect sunbeam on the kitchen floor and was lying on his back in it, soaking it in. He made a trill when he saw me come over to him and I tickled him under his chin.
“I was going to brush you, too. Is that okay?” I asked him softly.
Fitz rolled over and watched me with interest as I rummaged around in the basket I kept cat things in until I found the brush. He actually liked being brushed, which definitely helped. He purred loudly as I gen
