April 22nd 2014 21:00
I hate to say this but with Grey One in my life and my mind my favourite boys are becoming a distant memory. I still think about them but not as much as before. This is probably because my daily routine involves getting to my friend's place ASAP to feed Grey One. I also change the kitty litter tray and play with her as well as monitoring the place for any cat turds (thank God my friend was still at work when I found the misplaced turds). Come to think of it, I have even stopped humming my ditty about Butterscotch flying and dancing through the air. This has been replaced by me muttering under my breath "Grey One" and "What I liked about those cats was their consistency" which was a quote from one of my blog posts. I have to force myself to keep the memory of my boys alive. Of course it doesn't help that Brett and I have drifted apart and I have been hanging out with Mr Spoken Word.