Norma has decided that she needs to know where I am, especially during the weekends I am free of my son. She panics a little when she doesn't know my whereabouts and says it's for my safety, which I do understand. The blind date thing meeting at the mall (a public place according to me, a place with bad mojo and crime according to her) kind of put her over. The next night, I'd forgotten to mention that I'd be at J's campout and she called my cell while I was out.
I feel invaded and I need to find a way to tell her I'm a big girl now.
On the home front, Spencie, the cat, has become a bully of the older Memphie. The invasions can be violent. Memphis lives on or under my bed and Spencie has the rest of the house. I'm very glad Memphie finds a way to the litter box and food. Thank goodness he's a sparse eater anyway. Do you have any suggestions for having them get along?
/Invasions, I wish