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I'm missing Brownie even more. None of the other cats are much interested in being a lap cat. Crystal the Deaf White Cat will come and lay by my side and on my shoulder on the couch when I'm laying down, and Maggie gets my lap when I'm in the computer room, but this is the first time in 23 years I've been without a cat who called me Theirs. I had Bunny Bear from the time he was a tiny kitten in 1986, when he became My Cat, until 2004, when we gently let him go after he developed jaw cancer after an extraction, and then Brownie stepped in and took the pain away immediately by becoming My Cat.
It's hard, painful and lonely to be Unowned, especially after so long -- almost a quarter of a century, and half my life. Bill, Crys, Maggie and Jack are sympathetic, but no one is stepping forward to become My Cat. I'm drawing some comfort from looking at pictures of Siamese online at breeder sites, and by reading the Siamese Internet Cat Club bulletin board, but it's not the same as a small warm brown cat curled in my lap, clenching her bony toes around my finger, digging her vampire tooth into my wrist as she uses it for a pillow...
I wish Time would pass faster, so I would heal quicker...
It's hard, painful and lonely to be Unowned, especially after so long -- almost a quarter of a century, and half my life. Bill, Crys, Maggie and Jack are sympathetic, but no one is stepping forward to become My Cat. I'm drawing some comfort from looking at pictures of Siamese online at breeder sites, and by reading the Siamese Internet Cat Club bulletin board, but it's not the same as a small warm brown cat curled in my lap, clenching her bony toes around my finger, digging her vampire tooth into my wrist as she uses it for a pillow...
I wish Time would pass faster, so I would heal quicker...
