Sleeping

I have taken to sleeping on Pop's comforter. Actually, it's all Mum's fault. She hauled it out and wrapped herself in it and then sat in her chair and left the extra bit hang on the floor. So that's where I slept while she watched TV in her stupor.

Then she finally turned the heat up this weekend, and put Pop's comforter on the floor in the bedroom. She says she's not ready to wash it yet, and it smells just like Pops. It's kinda smelly, but just perfect for me. Anyway, that is where I sleep now when I am missing Pops.

I am begging you Mums, don't wash it for a while. I don't exactly know why, but it has become my third favorite place to sleep. My little kitty bed is still the best. Then in bed with you, especially now that you have put a row of pillows down on Pop's side of the bed so I can sleep between you and Pops (or what we pretend is Pops. Then my next favorite place is Pops' stinky comforter.

Thanks Mums for not washing it yet.

Shiva

Quiet Around here.

Something is wrong here. Pops left Saturday morning and has not come back. Mums has been crying off and on, and told me that Pops will not return in body, but only in spirit and in our hearts.

Sometimes Mums forgets I am just a stupid cat. I have no idea what she is talking about, but I do know something is missing.

The last two weeks people were buzzing around here like crazy. In and out. Bring stuff, taking stuff. Now we are all alone - just the two of us, Mums and me.

Mums also has been spending time in Pops' room - something she never did before. Every once in a while she says a naughty word. She says Pops never wrote down all the passwords like she asked!

Again, I have no idea what she is talking about.

Pops, I love you, where ever you are. I am staying close to Mums and let her pick me up whenever she wants. I don't even gripe when she does. And I haven't been in hiding since Saturday! Aren't you proud of me Pops.