It’s been a rough and long week. I’m glad it’s about over. But despite everything, we’re all doing ok. Mike and I still have feline sentinels and haven’t really been left alone all week. Rosie is constantly on my lap, and Newton marks Mike through the house. Darwin seems to be keeping watch over everything, and as usual, Peeps is happy to be here and provides comfort or cuddles as needed.
It’s been a little over 4 year since we’ve been through this, and I forgot how much it sucks. I find myself doing things out of habit as if Watson were still here. It’s going to take some time to break those habits, or even just remember that they’re not necessary anymore (like immediately taking a step to the side when you turn on the bathroom faucet because he would come barreling in from wherever he was in the house to drink the running water (ignoring the fact that we have a fountain that runs constantly for them – apparently the sink water was better), or filling five bowls with wet food. It’ll take a little bit for those habits to go away.
I know that slowly life will find it’s new normal. We’ve already decided that when the time is right that we’re going to adopt another cat. I’m personally hoping for a black kitten. Although I was cruising PetFinder yesterday just to look, and came across this big long-haired orange and white boy named Vladimir Floofton. I about died. Mike actually came into the room to see why I was laughing so hard. I don’t think we (or the vacuum) could handle two long haired cats in the house. I think it’s safe to say that Peeps is going to have the monopoly on that one for awhile.
Between Watson and the new store, there’s not really room for anything else. I’m just trying to take things one day at a time and get through each one.
I hope that your week has been better than mine. Stay safe, friends.