Catlessness

I'm still not really over the fact that my cat isn't around any more.

It's not so much that I'm consciously forgetting hat she's gone, but I have little subconscious moments like when I'm unlocking the door after having been out for a fair while and on some level I'm expecting her to be waiting. Or if I half catch some black and white cat shaped object lying on a chair or something I often process the object, briefly, as the cat.

And noises. When she was around I'd assume that all those little creaking and rustling noises were cat-based. Now I briefly dismiss them as that then, especially if I'm dozing or half asleep, the realisation that it can't be the cat is quite jarring. Kind of like the dream thing I wrote about a wee while ago.

Oh, and I still look at chairs before I sit on them!

My friend R said that they have such large personalities for wee creatures and she's right.

I miss my massively brilliant wee pal.