No more coming home to Bubble greeting me by flopping around on the floor blissfully. No more catering to Enfoiré’s hunger before having him reward me with cuddles.
I no longer have pets to pet.
I can freely toss my hoodies over a chair without worrying about Enfoiré swallowing a piece of the drawstring, requiring a vet visit, as has happened before. No more waking up at 5am to the cats vaulting off me in a plea for crunchies. No more sopping up cat vomit with my socks while they’re on my feet. I can leave the bathroom door open without the cats sneaking in there to gnaw on the shower curtain liner. My electronic chargers, hair bands, and bra straps are no longer enticing snacks that need to be stored away.
Bubble was fussy and demanding, while Enfoiré had an eating disorder that ruled his demeanor. Despite their flaws, they were the best cats I’ve ever had.
‘Member VCRs? I owned one up until 2009, which I feel is far longer than most people. I finally gave up on this antiquated technology when I first moved away from Victoria. Now, the story of how I let go of my VCR is more involved than, “I donated it. The End.” It’s more like: “I donated it, then realized that the VHS tape featuring seven-year-old me in an educational video about sexual abuse was still in there, and the tape in its case had been swapped with a vintage porno.” See this post for details.
Today I spent an hour looking for the perfect t-shirt design. Thousands of choices yet none have been good enough to reach the checkout stage of online shopping. I could give up and go monochromatic, but my wardrobe is depressing enough as-is. That’s the convenient thing about tattoos: you decide on one design to wear for life!
I do like that my t-shirt design indecisiveness is currently my biggest concern. Yann and I are finally sleeping at least 12 inches elevated off the floor. Before Tuesday, we were sleeping on a mattress topper which was kindly loaned to us by Kristina. Compared to sleeping on 20-inch wide sleeping pads, which was our original plan, sleeping on this memory foam mattress topper was like sleeping on a cloud.
Along with a new bed, we also got a Cushioned Communal Seating Unit (CCSU, or as known by its common name: sofa). The cats were instantly fond of the new sofa for the texture of the fabric feels great in between their claws.