It hits home when I open the front door and there is her scratching post, her catnip cushions, her litter tray and her food bowls. I know I ought to put them away – but I can’t because I think she’s still around.
Yesterday, I called out to her. I thought I heard her.
The weekend and I find that I have more time in the mornings and evenings. My schedule that had centred on the Cat’s medication and feeding times has freed up these minutes that I never knew I had.
Suddenly I am ready for work and I’ve got half an hour to spare. I’m home and I’ve exercised, cooked, baked date and banana muffins, had dinner and it’s not yet 9pm.
It’s also hit me just how much of my writing course I need to catch up on. Suddenly there are 3 separate assignments of 2000 words or more each to finish in eight weeks. I’m still staring at my course work outline and deadlines and going: ?!?!?!?!?!?!?!??!
How on earth did I fall behind so quickly?
So I have stories to write. I am grateful that at least, I have that.
I thought I was all cried out until I saw this. It was made specially for my tough ol' girl form the wonderful Noir’s Nook, the lovely ML and the amazing Cat Blogsphere. I'm so touched and truly comforted. Thank you.
It’s the silence and the emptiness that overwhelms.