What I Had
My cats are gone for good. Stepmonster said they ran away and got lost. KJ says he thinks she's lying. I hope she is. I would rather think they are safe with her friends.
Now, I have to deal with losing my best little buddy because that venomous woman took him from me and gave him away without my permission. It hurts. He was my baby kitty.
I have to just tell myself that he was just a pet, and pets come and go. I still have Pudge, and he's my little buddy. I've had him longer than I had either of the cats. I've had him since December 2001.
KJ talks about getting another cat once we move into a house. I said I don't think I really want one. It would be hard to find a cat as cool as Butterscotch was. That chokes me up, a little.
KJ is learning how to type. It's fun to witness. He's not the sort of guy who has ever had to type, but he wanted to learn. I downloaded a tutorial program, and he's been blazing through the lessons. He has the diligence to repeat a lesson until he's got it right. It's cool to see him progress.
I'm still trying to get my house in order, and get a routine set. I don't like being so unsettled. There are still boxes and totes stacked here and there. I don't have a place to put a lot of my clothes. I suppose it will end up like the inverse of living in Arizona, where I put all my summer clothes in boxes and store them away. I won't be needing them for another six months. Still, I haven't even found room for my shoes. About half of my clothes are in a closet in the other room. I need to get that straight, so I don't feel like I'm living out of a box.
I sat and talked with him last night, and remembered all of the events of the last two months with him. I felt so overwhelmed with contentment as he just held me and looked at me. My nights are so much better than my days. I felt that sort of desperation and love that I said was missing. I wanted to be that close forever. I like that feeling.