So, of the past 2 holiday seasons, 2 people who meant something to me died. Last season, my cat (companion of 14 years) died, quiet a blow. This year, a waitress of 6 years died. Seems stupid, but it's a hit. Someone I have seen pretty much every week for the last 6 years is dead. I knew nothing about her except her name and job, but she was familiar to me. Now, I'll never see her again. This season sucks...

WARNING!!! Cat post...

So, I just realized that I am coming up on the end of one year since Baby died. It's been a sucky year, and ok in a way. Baby had a presence that had to be noticed and respected. Baby was Baby. She was, in this bloggers opinion, a force of nature.

Still, without her, these other two have grown into there own. Kiki is more the lap cat then she was, and Heather is much more, I don't know, assertive then she was.

I love these cats, but I really miss Baby. These are my cats, Heather and Kiki, but Baby was MY cat. Baby knew me, and all my moods.

Here's to you, Baby. There will never be another cat like you...