The sound of crackers and fireworks going off in the distance has had the cats on edge all day, and with New Year looming ever closer, the booms are certainly becoming louder and more frequent too -- all building to a ginormous crescendo at midnight and the first few hours after...It tugs at my heartstrings to see my beloved pets so scared, but at the same time, I'm glad of the racket. The worst New Year's Eve I ever had was spent on the shores of the Dead Sea 8 years ago, and you could have heard a pin drop. All of the kibbutzim had gone to bed, there hadn't been anything worth watching on telly, there certainly hadn't been any tables collapsing under the weight of oliebollen and other traditional New Year treats, and no fireworks, either. I remember I felt terribly sorry for myself.
It wasn't until the next day when I phoned home for happy New Year's wishes that I learned my sister's house had burned down that very night, and she and the children had had a narrow escape. Sadly, their cats lost their lives in that blaze, and it's partly for that reason I'm staying in with mine tonight.
Anyway, morbid thoughts of the past will not prevent me from wishing you all a