Until You
I realized how full my life was before my cat died. When ever I enter the house I always knew he was in there somewhere waiting for me, at night he would be beside me waiting to curl up against me, at random moments I would turn and he would either be following me or just looking at me. Without him my house and heart felt so empty. I know I'll never have another cat like Monty but I missed having a cat to boss me around. I was going to wait a few months but the pain was so bad yesterday that the kids and I took a ride out to our local animal shelter. I planned on getting a female cat who was colorful- the total opposite of Monty. Instead while at the shelter I was slapped in the butt by this large gray cat repeatedly. In the end he is the one who came home with me. He is 4 years old, his name is Bacon and he was already fixed and de-clawed which I don't approve of but I'm not going to turn him down since it was already done. Anyway he came home and was nervous for all of about an hour then he proceeded to make the house his own. He meows loudly (and all night), when he wants attention he reaches out and slaps you and he has no problem butting in ( even as I type he's on the bed behind me leaning on my shoulder wanting attention). He slept part of the night on my chest with his butt in my face- yup he's already in charge here :) He's different than Monty but he's already proving himself lovable and a member of the family. Welcome Bacon, as my son put it- he's already healing our broken hearts. :)