We're starting to rearrange and figure out how to live in a house without a big dawg. The humans are still sad and do alot of talking about "The Boy". Tommy and Libby don't seem to notice anything has changed at all. The pest, Natty, and I, however, have really felt the loss. It's weird because when I go outside I think I smell Ziggy. Every time I go out to do my business I have to walk the perimeter and look for him. I'm confused and don't know where he could be hiding. I know the humans say he's gone but I can smell him. Mom says after the rain that scent should go away. We'll see. In the mean time, Natty has taken to sleeping on Mom's legs at night while she's watching tv. You all know from my post last month that Natty liked to sleep on Ziggy.
Well, the other night he was sleeping on my mom's legs while I was asleep next to her. Slowly he lowered his feet, one at a time, until all four were touching me. I don't think so Natty! I am NOT going to be your new electric blanket (hmmm, given my size I guess the most I could be is a heating pad!) That cat is such a pest!