Where the hell is the cat?!

[feldman]

The cat is gone, baby, gone.  At 72 hours I'm calling it official.  Luckily we also have no sign of hidden decomposition, so let's hope that blessing holds.

There's a litter tray in the walking path by the bedroom, at the top of the stairs, that is in the way of a household without an elderly cat.  I've bent down a few times to put it away, or move it, but there are four paw prints in the fluffy cellulose litter and they catch me, and I can't even bump the tray. 

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[loligo]

For me it was nachos -- that was my special treat with my dog. She always got to eat all the leftover melted cheese bits when I was done. For months, every plate of nachos meant I'd feel her loss all over again.

[feldman]

I got weepy the other day opening up a can of sardines as part of my dinner. I told the kiddo, who's nearly eight, that I was sad because I realized there was no one in the house wanting to share them with me.

Kiddo gave me a long hug, then pulled back and told me, "That's what you get for opening up the sardines in the first place."