I know its only been a few weeks, but I can't believe how much I still miss my cat.
After the first little while, I thought I put the whole grieving period behind me.
I was wrong.
I miss not having a big furry baby to hold.
I miss his purring.
I miss the two little meows he makes whenever he wants to go out.
*sighs*
...I dont know if I'm overreacting or not. But my life feels a whole lot empty now without Fluffy. He was my sidekick, my dancing partner, my only defense against evil mice. I'd hate to think what it would be like if it was my mother who died, or my father, or a friend.
We used to watch TV together.
...*sighs again*
well thats the way it goes.
I'm sure sex with Erica Campbell is the cure.
