It’s easier, and it isn’t

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It’s been almost five months since Chet passed away, and I have to say that it’s much easier having one cat than two. Beyond the fact that it’s less expensive, it’s much easier to keep the litter box clean (more on that in a future post). I sometimes wonder if Min gets lonely when I’m not around, and that may be the case. However, it’s pretty clear that she really likes not having to share me with Chet any more.

I also wonder if she thinks about Chet and misses him. You would imagine that to be the case, seeing as they spent 13.5 years in each other’s company, but there’s really no way to be sure. I’ll never know what’s going on in Min’s head. In contrast, Chet was always pretty easy to read, because he didn’t seem to think about much beyond food, affection, sleep, and the outdoors. Even when he tried to get out of the house, you wouldn’t call it scheming. He just headed straight for open doors and windows, assuming that no one would stop him from leaving the house.

There are times when I’m struck by how much I miss Chet, as is the case right now. It’ll suddenly seem strange that he’s not laying next to me on the couch in his standard full-body slump, or following me around the house hoping that I’ll feed him.

But the moments pass, and life moves on.

 

Russ