It is a sad Caturday as we bid farewell to Rachael’s cat Digit. I’ll be honest with you, I haven’t even read that blog post. I heard about it on Twitter and that’s more than I can bear, having so recently lost my two guys at 17 and 18, after having had them since kittens. It was one and two years ago, but it still feels recent.
Cinnamon is mad at me, because my sweatshirt zipper broke, and I still haven’t gotten around to replacing it.
No zipper means she can’t insist on being zipped into it on cold mornings while I work.
In my defense, it keeps me warm too.
The other day I started off an anecdote by saying, “We were watching The Walking Dead and…”
Translation? “My cat and I were watching The Walking Dead and…”
Or I guess if you want to be technical about it, “I was watching The Walking Dead and my cat was there too…”
What can I say? I feel we are a “we.”