I apologize. This last chapter has been a little harder to write than I was expecting. I am working on it, somewhat slower than usual through my tears, and I promise to get it up later today. Keep watching this space.
To tide everyone over, here's a picture of Ziggy at Christmas time. My sister is laying next to him and I'm sitting in the chair. Ziggy enjoyed wrapping paper, but the ribbons were his favorite toy! He chased and subdued every last one of them! Click on the pic for a larger version.
Awww, Sundown. Take as much time as you need; I was just hoping that everything was OK. Writing is wonderful therapy.
ReplyDeleteThanks for the Ziggy pic! Ribbon fetish? It must be a Maine Coon thing, because my cats can't resist ribbon either *grin* Head-butts and purrs from the Misanthrope zoo.
Thanks m!
ReplyDeleteWriting is good therapy for me, and is helping me through my grieving process. Of course, I wish I could just have him back, but reliving the memories while writing is good too.
I know about ribbon and Maine Coons! Our Hubbard is the same way. *lol* Thanks for the head-butts and purrs. The same to you and your zoo!
Sundown, I know that if it were me I couldn't get anywhere close to as far as you have. It is a sad story but honestly it is wonderful and shows how much you loved Ziggy. He was a beautiful kitty and I am always happy when a kitty has a wonderful home, even if it is only for a little while.
ReplyDeleteAnd our part Maine Coon - well, lets just say that no wrapping is done in the same room as him because if I try it the ribbon is just too tempting for him not to try and grab! And he has taught that to his younger siblings too, so it is interesting trying to have presents out!
That's such a good picture of him... one of the things I'll always remember about Ziggy was the perpetually earnest, almost-smile his little face seemed to have.
ReplyDelete(And sorry it's taken me so long to leave any comments, by the way. Yesterday was the first time I've had a decent night's rest in about a week and a half, and I just didn't feel up to writing when I was dragging through each day scarcely able to keep my eyes open.)