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Two Months
Oct. 6th, 2010 12:43 amDamn, Dan Peek, why you gotta write such a warm fuzzy song? His sweet little pet love song “Today’s the Day” just popped up on my iPod and now I’m thinking of Charlie and sniffling.
I miss that kittybug. I wish I’d gotten to say good-bye, and that it’d happened some years down the road. As it is, all I’ve got is sketchy reports of a mountain lion chewing up pets in this area to give me a clue where she’s gone. Now all I’ve got is pictures.
You can guess where she is going to wind up next.
Yup.
One of my favorite habits of hers—covering her eyes when she slept. I’m glad I got a photo.
A couple years ago. Charlie investigates Josh’s present to me.
Another habit of hers was to take the sixth chair at the dinner table when we all sat down. She was convinced we were holding out on her, but whenever we let her try what we were eating, she scoffed at it.
She had the prettiest face. I wish I had more shots of this little princess face.
Poor Bug. But she had a full life—a nice territory to roam, lots of people who gave her Fancy Feast and places to sit, half a tongue, an ongoing war with her sister, a fondness for ice cream, tandem naps with her human, a successful Mouse-Killin’ Song, a sophisticated radar for tuna melts, and a long-lasting friendship with her kittenhood buddy, Huckleberry the rabbit. I just wish she could’ve had more of it.
I miss that kittybug. I wish I’d gotten to say good-bye, and that it’d happened some years down the road. As it is, all I’ve got is sketchy reports of a mountain lion chewing up pets in this area to give me a clue where she’s gone. Now all I’ve got is pictures.
You can guess where she is going to wind up next.
Yup.
One of my favorite habits of hers—covering her eyes when she slept. I’m glad I got a photo.
A couple years ago. Charlie investigates Josh’s present to me.
Another habit of hers was to take the sixth chair at the dinner table when we all sat down. She was convinced we were holding out on her, but whenever we let her try what we were eating, she scoffed at it.
She had the prettiest face. I wish I had more shots of this little princess face.
Poor Bug. But she had a full life—a nice territory to roam, lots of people who gave her Fancy Feast and places to sit, half a tongue, an ongoing war with her sister, a fondness for ice cream, tandem naps with her human, a successful Mouse-Killin’ Song, a sophisticated radar for tuna melts, and a long-lasting friendship with her kittenhood buddy, Huckleberry the rabbit. I just wish she could’ve had more of it.
