It’s been 7+ months since Mommie Cat died and I miss her still, but not with the grinding sorrow of fresh grief.
Because of the vacancy Mommie left, Outside Tiger has slowly become an inside tiger, sleeping at the foot of my bed. Tommie, her “kitten,” has taken Mommie’s place as my right-hand cat, always close by, waiting for skritches and treats. And Cat is now my only girl.
I’ve been in my new job since June and it’s heaven. I enjoy my co-workers greatly. The work is fairly easy.
