Living Happily Ever After (by Gitch)

My late sister, Mog, took over Karla’s blog from time to time to offer her views of the world. She was the literary genius of our family, so I never bothered to get online. Now that Mog is no longer with us, someone needs to make observations about our household.

I miss my sister even though we had our frequent sibling spats. We had been together since birth (see photo of us at 8 weeks). She was the calm, demure gal who loved to be cuddled. I was her independent contrast. I am prone to zooming outbursts and following the purrs in my head. Things are different now that she is gone. Mom needs calming forces in our home.

Mom pays a lot of attention to me. I wish she knew what I was thinking. I can tell by looking into her eyes that she adores me. I also see the sadness of missing her soul cat. My relationship is different than the one she had with Mog. I am good with that and just don’t want her to be sad.

I don’t think mom was always a cat person, but our 15 years convinced her that being a crazy liberal cat lady is OK. She asked me if we should get another cat. I have mixed feelings about that. It would be nice to have a companion, but you just never know what you are going to get. Mom said that she would like to adopt an older cat that needed a forever home in its elderly days. That might work for us. We will wait and see if such a cat comes to us. If it does, I will try to be nice. I am secure in mom’s love, and I hope I am “cat-enough” to share her affection when the time is right.

I have had some health issues. All seems to be fine now. We are both dealing with the recognition of aging. My naps are longer these days and physical activity less intense, just like mom.

Mom and I are both seeking to make sense of our world. Neither of us knows what the future holds, but we will be in it together. We are hopeful “to live happily ever after.” I am one lucky cat.