Hole in the heart

[skyring]

There's a vacant spot in my heart for our recently-deceased cat Claude. Kerri planted some flowers on his grave, and I can't look at them without thinking of our beautiful brown Burmese boy. There are other holes for other pets, and I mourn for them. Why aren't the dogs and cats that brought such joy to my childhood still part of my life? Why do things have to change?

Kerri wondered whether cats, with a shorter span of years, experienced the same sense of time as we do. Or do they live at a faster pace, to cram a full life into a reduced frame?

Thinking of Claude curled up on a cushion in the sun, I offered my opinion that it might be the other way around.

Kerri and DD are gone up to Sydney now. We've settled on two replacement cats. We'll get them as kittens and they will grow up together in companionship. That's the plan.

Stage one is a Burmilla girl. She'll be home in a matter of hours, assuming Kerri managed to locate the breeder.

Stage two is a Bombay boy. He's still in production, so it will be a couple of months before he arrives.

Pictures in due course.

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(((((((((((((((((((((((Pete))))))))))))))))))))))))) Can't wait to see pics :-)