All of a sudden I has a bad case of kitten fever. We almost had a new baby boy this morning, but when we called the shelter we found out that he was already adopted out to a nice home. It should have made me happy that he found a home, but instead I burst into tears.
All of a sudden I realized why I was feeling so kitten-obsessed and sad at the same time.
Finny and I shared a birthday which is on Tuesday, and I realized how much I was missing her. I guess I was trying frantically to outrun the sadness, but as these things do, it caught up with me. I was feeling very lonely and sad when in entered my Quill this morning.
I was washing my face when he jumped onto the bathroom counter. Something he never does but Finny always did. After a moment he came over and started to figure out how to drink from the faucet. I could hardly believe it. He has never done that either and my girl loved to drink from the faucet! I always had to dodge a cat head while I brushed and scrubbed.
I think Finny must have told him to do it. She must have known I needed a little sign from her that she is still here looking out for me. I never doubted it sweet baby girl.