Okay, I don’t talk about them often, and I don’t plan to, because their lawyers go over this stuff with a fine-toothed comb, but I had a weird pet moment at lunch.
Anyway, a few years ago today, our cat passed away. We loved her like crazy, and it was horrible when we finally had to let her go.
So, today, one of our current cats (it took a squadron of four-legged animals to replace the aforementioned feline), the incredibly sweet but really stupid one, got into a cabinet she never gives a second thought to. In this cabinet are some cat toys that belonged to the dear departed. So, the current cat pulls out the departed cat’s toys (little stuffed fish) and puts them on the dining room table on the anniversary of departed cat’s death.
What is it about cats that they can be spooky and comforting at the same time?
Okay, enough of that. Thanks for your indulgence.