Posted By admin on October 8, 2013
At the beginning of June, we lost our sweet, 20 year-old-Kitty. He was my buddy, my comfort, my friend when all the world slept, and he and I prowled through the nighttime hours. We haven’t gotten over missing Kitty, but we realized it was time to find a new cat friend. We’re a good kitty family, and there are plenty of kittens who need a family.
My girl and I found George. Isn’t he lovely? He’s a Maine Coon mix, about 13 weeks old now. He doesn’t replace Kitty, but he’s a joy in his own right, and he’s making us laugh and love him, too. I realized about mid-July that I was driving around, looking miserable. (I live in a high-traffic area, and you bump into your own face in the rear view mirror quite a bit during an hour’s wait with stopped traffic.) I began to concentrate on not looking unhappy and grumpy. Then, a little over a week ago, we adopted George from the humane society. Ever since then, I find myself smiling as if I have a reason to. That’s more like it, and for that, I thank Georgie!
Mind you, my legs are so scratched because he’s playful that I can’t shave them. I have to concentrate on what my awkward feet are doing at all times because George tends to travel the world on top of them. He’s fascinated with the pantry so I have to remember not to shut that door without checking for signs of little orange George.
This is George, sleeping in his “spot.” The husband was out of town when we adopted George, and then I caught a cold. I spent a few days, piled up in bed, and George claimed the empty space between the standard-sized pillows on our king-sized bed. (Which is good because he’s out of range of the sleeping beloved’s flailing limbs.) In fact, right now, George is snoozing in his spot because I’m writing this on Monday night, and it’s bedtime, and he goes to the spot when he’s run himself into energetic-kitten-stupor. I’d better get some sleep, too. George sees no reason for anyone else to sleep if he’s awake.
I miss Kitty. He was one of a kind, and he’ll never be replaceable. But we have room to love George, too. And George is so lovable!