It pops up on my Google calendar every March: Rocky 2010. That's all that I need to remind me that was when he passed away, and it briefly saddens me.
Rocky was the cat to which I have probably been most connected. He seemed to prefer me to Sue or at least hold us as equal, and he has been the only being, human or otherwise, for whom that has been true. Except for my mother . . . maybe . . . maybe not.
|Rocky being a typical cat in a box at Christmas.|
The atypical Lacey doth not do boxes.
It's alright, Lacey; don't look so taken-aback. We love you too. It's just that you don't love me as much as he did.