It's time to jump - no, that's a bit too boisterous - gently step back into the Popo fray. I'll catch up on the work stuff (city things, IP, Mavericks, business stuff) over the next few days, so if you've been waiting on any of that, I'm (almost) on it. Didn't have the will or concentration levels to do it this past week.
And so life goes on. But very quietly. I go out, there's no cat running out the door with me. I come home, there's no welcoming committee. I cook and eat, and there's no kitty persuading me that he really needs to eat now too as a matter of some urgency, and no paw appears stealing stuff from my plate. It rains, and there's no soggy figure hurrying in the cat flap, complaining loudly about how awful the weather is. Random house noises don't have a feline source. Random shapes caught in the corner of the eye don't solidify into cat form. It's quite shit really.
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Rice
2/5/2017 07:48:30 am
I'm so sorry about the loss of your kitty :( *hugs*
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