Jul 25, 2009 22:22
The house is very very quiet.
There is distinct absence of yowling.
The squirt bottle sits idly on the floor like a shocked employee who heard the rumors but can't really believe he just got laid off.
My lanky grey weasel-kitty is gone to the great cat-psychologist in the sky. My shoulder where he perched is empty. No more will I get to take pictures of the back-leg-stretch-of-happiness. For those of you who didn't know him, suffice it to say that he is gone and we will sorely miss the 10% goodness in him. For those of you who knew him well, you will understand that the 90% insanity became too much too bear over the last few months, and we will now have peace in our lives. If you want all the final deciding details, you can call me. Most of you have heard it all recently and will understand.
Rest in peace, my little boo.