"November comes and November goes, with the last red berries and the first white snow; With night coming early, and dawn coming late, and ice in the bucket and frost by the gate. The fire burn, and the kettle sing, and the earth sinks to rest until next spring." ~Elizabeth Coatsworth~
When my brother and sister in-law purchased a second home on the Island (a "fixer upper"), I and others who shall remain nameless thought they were down right crazy. Oh what a hovel of a house it was, the former owners actually had their chickens residing inside with them (no I am not getting any ideas). The house was in pretty tough shape to say the least, however Kris and Jo had a vision. The property over looks a harbor and then the Atlantic Ocean for as far as the eye can see. The best part of their transaction was that this cat came with the house: Rubble Kitty. Rubble who came out of a hovel of a house. What a wonderful cat he was and what a wonderful life he was given. You see my brother and his wife bought a third house, this time in Florida. Another hovel, turned "Country Living" picture perfect. Rubble the Island cat adapted to Southern living and Raymond their newly adopted puppy. But age waits for no one, and last evening after a long happy life Rubble Kitty passed away at home on his bed. Rubble your family here in Maine will miss you. Kris and Jo we are thinking of you both and sending much love.