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#Meow: Long overdue adventures

I realize more and more that time passes so quickly. One moment I may be sitting with my loved ones and the next moment they’re gone. As is the same with our furry friends. We spend so much time just knowing they are there and that is enough, until they are gone and we realize that it was not. We should’ve petted them more, held them more and kissed them more even if they squirm away like you are the devil yourself. No amount of wishing or money can give them the love you wished you did when they were still around. I understand this is a lot more serious than our normal fun banter and an odd way to make a comeback after so many weeks. But I have been spending my time with my little (not so little) Meow Meow and Bubbles instead of writing.

They have grown so much and yet they are still our little kittens. Meow Meow is a little oddball, still the smaller one of the two. A lean, mean, killing machine. I often call him the fit cat. There is hardly a moment where he isn’t up and about – be it 3am and he runs across my face. Somehow I still think he doesn’t like me all that much. He likes me enough but he doesn’t love me like he loves Erik. Maybe it is because I lack the facial hair he so loves rubbing against. Meow Meow is still a little shy but not as much as he was in the beginning. Now at least he will come and say hi to a stranger.

Bubbles is the darling for me. There is no doubt that he loves me. Erik once said he doesn’t think anyone can love me more than Bubbles loves me. Which says a lot considering the running rumors that cats are jerks and humans are their slaves. Maybe Bubbles is more like a dog. He sure runs like one when I call him. Bubbles is a big cat and judging that they are still growing (they are not even a year old) he will turn out to be quite a massive one. He may be huge but he is the real softy.