Life Goes On

Tugby isn't sure what's happened to his world.  He's a little clingy, and a little confused.  I used to feed him here in my office, because he has such a ferocious appetite that he finished his food and then galloped over to Chester's bowl in the kitchen to finish that.  Chester just stood to one side and watched the show, but of course that didn't help his digestive issues.  It was easier to feed Tugby in here and then shut him in until Chester was finished whatever he managed to eat.  Now Tugby's bowl is where Chester ate, and there is no sign of his orange buddy.  When we feed Tugby he grabs the first few mouthfuls quickly and then leaves his food to look for Chester.  When he can't find his friend, Tugby comes back and finishes his meal.  Its hard to watch.

I know I want another cat, eventually.  Its too soon today, and I don't know when we'll be ready, but I know that Tugby is lonely without Chester.  It was also really nice to enjoy a cup of tea at night, and we both had a cuddly cat on our lap.  I had also gotten used to sleeping with a tangle of cats at the bottom of the bed, and now we're down to Tugby, it feels wrong.

 My son took me to check out two kittens yesterday.  They were brown tabbies and very sweet, but it was far too soon to even think about bringing someone home with us.  One was the runt of the litter and very tiny.  You could feel his backbone and ribs, and he was pretty lethargic.   I think we need someone with a little more spunk who would enjoy playing with Tugby.  I don't want Tugby to get too used to being the only cat, but I don't want to rush the process either.  In a few months it will be springtime again, and there will be many new kittens to choose from.  I will be feeling less sad, and can enjoy the process of choosing who our new companion will be.

I'm not reading a lot these days.  I'm not watching TV, or doing needlepoint either.  I'm just drifting around the house, without purpose, or hanging out with Tugby.  I don't know who needs the cuddling more.