We have a new living room rug! It’s enormous and soft. I’ve already rolled around on it so it smells like me. You would love everything about it, especially my aroma. Only cat noses can detect it.
Everything here (except the new rug) holds your scent. The pillows you loved to nap on, they smell like you. The cat bed and the people bed, they smell like you. I press one nostril and then the other against the living room chairs and I sniff for you. Your scent is everywhere but you’re gone.
Your buddy fur-ever,
About Me (and my cats)
In January, 2018, my sassy tortoiseshell cat Oliva hijacked my blog. Padron, my easygoing tabby cat, soon followed her example. I did nothing to stop them because I thought they had some pretty interesting things to say. In April, Oliva died. To say we miss her is a pathetic understatement. She was sweet and bossy and unforgettable. And while I'll allow Padron to continue blogging from time to time, I think he needs to share this space with me. It's my blog, after all. Stay tuned for posts from me, the human running this site.