The animals know something is up. Maggie and Sarah have been really subdued and the cats are just noticing. They’re pretty self absorbed.
And they ALL want to be in my bedroom.
Which is precisely where I don’t want to be.
They sat outside of the door the day Mogwai died.
The different cat cliques are all getting along.
There’s no room for me.
Sunday while I was burying Mogwai, Deebo came over and sat down by the grave while I was smoothing it out, and then stood up and started doing the back leg tomcat kitty prance they do when they’re marking whatever it is and pees on the fence behind Mogwai's grave.I guess that was his way of saying, “see ya on the other side my friend.”
Deebo was bigger than Mogwai, they were buds.
I look Asian my eyes are so swollen. No offense.