Boy, I think we might be making our way out of the blues big-time, finally. Mom Julie starts to cry and I hear her and run to her, figuring a cuddle or making her scratch behind my ears might help. I can't be Tom. I won't even try, but I can be cat, Tinker cat, and I can be kittenish, too. She holds Tom's wooden box and the tears start.
I can't even begin to tell you how I feel when I look around for my buddy and all I see is Anastasia..sheesh, Tom, how could you!?
Anyway, Stasia and I are getting along much better. Mom Julie makes us play together and she can't play and hiss at the same time, thank goodness (that's Stasia, not the mom)
So, we're trying to get our lives back together, settle in to our new home and I need my teeth cleaned. Mom Julie doesn't want to let me out of her sight, hemming and hawing over which vet to go to. She's getting clingy, my friends and, you know what? The other day, I almost jumped out of my skin. See for yourself..
Tom? Is that you?
I don't know if it was him or not, but I'd like to think it was.
It feels good to be back posting again. I don't know how often we'll be here, but we'll do our best. Meanwhile, those of you on Facebook, look for us..we're always good for a quick word or two..
Hugs to all of you who have cared so much.
