I finally cried today. I have been numb. I couldn’t miss him. I wouldn’t let myself miss him. Celena brought him up in passing this morning and that’s all it took. I know she means well but putting Creeper on my stomache to “cheer me up” didnt help. I don’t want to be cheered up. I want to be sad. I want to cry. I want to freak out. I want to be bitchy.
He was so good to me. When I was sad he would crawl up in bed and be the little spoon. When he didn’t like a guest he would lay across my feet, not at my feet but ON them and just glare. When he was hungry he meowed like a duck. He always wanted to know what was going on at all times. He would hear a small noise and go investigate. Sometimes I think he thought he was a dog.
I miss how he would steal the meat off my sandwiches if I looked away and how he would arch into my finger nails when I scratched his back. I miss him throwing a tantrum until he got a whole couch cushion to himself.
I miss having a coffee buddy. As talkative as he was, he respected my need for quiet time in the morning. He would lay next to me on the couch and we would sit in complete and total silence while I drank my coffee and did some knitting.
I miss his freshly brushed fur, his beastly loud purring, his big copper eyes and chubby tummy.
I miss my voodoo kitty. I miss him so much it hurts.
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