Life without Percy
Saturday, May 11, 2013
My large cat, Charlie, is missing his recently deceased brother. Not in a howling, sort of way. Or even a prowling sort of way. He did not (as I'm told some cats do) spend days looking for Percy. In fact since they were always both very outdoors cats, they weren't often in the same place at the same time. That, and the fact that Charlie always found Percy irritating because he wanted to snuggle up.
Now, however, something in Charlie's cat brain is missing Percy. This is manifesting itself in clinginess and attention-seeking. It's my attention he wants of course. Where he used to say hello to Percy and they would mill around together and dash into the kitchen ahead of me to be fed, now Charlie's doing all this on his own and he clearly misses the interactions he used to have.
This of course makes it LOADS easier for me to get used to being without Percy. Not.
The icing on the cake is that when I got home yesterday, there was a message from the vet saying Percy's ashes were ready for me to collect.
I'm expecting rain this afternoon.