Missing My Cats
I went to my Mom’s house to let the dogs out last night. Her cat, who usually doesn’t bother with me, came and sat next to me and let me pet him for a while and was purring. I miss that and I’m really missing my cats. It’s been almost a month now since Shadow passed and a little less for Rennie. The house feels so empty. Noone comes running when I use the can opener. Noone looks at me funny when the coffee makers making its noise. Nobody head butts my leg when I”m filling the food bowl. For almost my entire life I’ve had a cat. This stinks.

