What would you suggest?
He was lonely. His mom had been driven off in a very nasty cat fight. His litter mates had been killed. Midnight survived, but his tail was badly broken in four places. It did not heal straight, and so his tail resembles a bent and busted corkscrew. I sometimes refer to him as Mr. Funky Tail. He doesn't seem to mind at all.
Midnight was about 8-months old when we brought him in the house. He was a bit wild at first. Over time he has calmed down and grown increasingly attached to Sylvia and to me.
This morning, we are meeting with our tax man. I'm hoping we walk away after hearing good news. The bank balance isn't up to taking a big hit--and it shouldn't. This man and our financial adviser have saved us a lot of money.
Speaking of the financial adviser, we meet with him on Wednesday morning. With the markets being up (almost back from the most recent long slide), we should receive good news then.
My happiness does not depend on taxes and finances. They will be what they will be. What more wealth does a body need than a loving family and a peaceful and happy home? Thank God I have both.