Happy Black Friday?
What a miserable week it’s been weather wise, not to mention the mood in this house hasn’t been that wonderful either. I’ll trade in all this wind and rain for some snow please.
Yesterday I spent all but three hours in bed, I just felt like i needed to rest. So when I did get up and show my face I sat and chatted with my mother and she made me cry, not on purpose of course. She asked if I wanted another cat, which I immediately said not to. She then said she wanted a new one and was offered a kitten at work. She said there are so many things she misses and the house feels empty. I agree totally with her on that but by bringing a new little kitten into this house I feel like I am ruining the memory of Fraser. Every time I hear a noise I jump wondering what he’s knocked over now… I feel like I need time to grieve and get to the point where I know he’s really gone.. In the past I would never have turned down a new kitten, in fact I spent most of my life wanting more. I know nothing compares to the first months with a kitten; they are so cute and fun. Maybe I am being a bit over the top but it just doesn’t seem right to me. So I am hoping that she doesn’t bring one home.