A most sincere thank you to each and every one who sent cyber hugs and condolences last week for the loss of my dear beloved Morpheus. I am slowly responding to all my emails and getting back into a routine. Two- and four-legged residents of chez crazy cat lady are learning to adapt. He had a huge personality and all of us are affected. Gomez has been very sad.
I miss him sleeping on my head and sitting next to me as I work on the laptop. I miss him waking me up at 4 in the morning because he was tired of being in the bedroom and wanted me to sleep on the couch (and yes as a well-trained cat-owned person does, I moved to the couch with my pillow and quilt). I expect him to jump in the warm laundry after I pull it out of the dryer. I have no idea what time it is because he is not meowing at the top of his lungs to tell me it's breakfast time, or dinner time, or bedtime snack time. I miss him stretching up on his back legs with his front paws on my legs to pick him up. I miss our silly games. I miss him following me from room to room or always watching me with his big yellow-green eyes.
I especially am having a hard time adapting to the quiet. Morpheus was a talker--he had a meow and a chirp and a mmmerrrfff for everything all the time. I had a running conversation with him for 17 years and now the soundtrack of my life is quiet.