The Fuzzy Alarm Clock is working again.
Boo, that amazing harley panhead purr going all the while, eskimo kissed me awake this morning. All is right in my world.
Though I’ve managed to function over the last couple weeks, there was an essential ingredient missing. Call it a hole in my heart. I found it hard to really concentrate and focus, even easier than usual to procrastinate, and just . . . just, well, b l a h . My perpetual smile was gone.
Yesterday after Boo’s return I was walking around singing all day. My smile is back. And I have a feeling I’ll get stuff done a lot easier now.
I know that people who don’t have animals have a hard time understanding. They only seem to see the muss, fuss and bother involved. They don’t know the comfort, and they’ll never know that unconditional love.
Hairball cleanup is a very small price to pay.
June 14th, 2005 at 1:21 pm
I’m really glad that finally Boo has come back, and has taken again its role in your home and in your life!
I’ve immediately informed my cat of the good news. This deserve a celebration:
I’m going to prepare some milk and meat for him and some wine for me…
June 14th, 2005 at 6:15 pm
Boo has been getting a gourmet meal of chicken livers to bring the gloss back to his coat, and I couldn’t treat Boo without treating Syd. The wine sounds good. Cheers!