krispy kreme

[brightlotusmoon]

I ate four Krispy Kreme donuts, warmed in the microwave. Adam brought them home. He had eaten five for breakfast. I scolded him. And then I ate four. But they're so good!

Jupiter is missing Tuesday very visibly. He wanders the house crying louder than usual, almost a wail. He's acting up with Puff, trying to entice her to play with him the way Tuesday would rough-play with him. She is having none of it, screaming and hissing every time he jumps on her (Tuesday knew that game). But Jupiter seems to be trying to fill the void. The other night, Saturday morning, Adam and I woke up to see Jupiter walking across us, purring, rubbing against us in a very familiar way. He obviously had watched Tuesday do this many times. He will come to me more often now, purring immediately and headbutting my hand and generally doing his best to be sweet and loving. He needs a playmate soon, another young cat or kitten who he can play with: bite, swat, roll around with, pounce on, chase all over the house. Soon enough. We'll adopt a female kitten probably after the new year, after our hearts have healed slightly, after the home has had time to adjust to the emptiness.
When I came home earlier, the light was on and the door was unlocked (someone was already home). As I started to open the door, I glanced expectedly through the full-length window, because Tuesday almost always waited, staring. But all I saw was an empty hallway. And I saw Puff, sitting in the doorway to the living room, regal long gray fur. And I remembered. Tuesday isn't here, she's gone. Of course. And a few tears fell. And I opened the door and walked inside and met Danny at the top of the stairs.
I washed dishes. Adam came home and made dinner. And here I am, typing, full of Krispy Kreme donuts.

Comments

[ronin-lethe.livejournal.com]

i LOVE krispy kreme donuts warmed in the microwave

[brightlotusmoon.livejournal.com]

Adam says that heating them releases the magical powdered drug that makes it so addicting. (Crack, heroin, powdered ecstasy, etc...)

[x-harlequin-x.livejournal.com]

I'm posting kitty stories in response to your kitty stories again.

My Jupiter had separation problems after Charlie died, too. He tried to isolate and spend all his time laying on the end of our bed, except when we were there - then he ran under the kitchen table. It's understandable, of course - all he knew was that his buddy was crying and hurting a lot, and then we took him away, and then we came back and Charlie never did. I tried to socialise with him and keep him from hanging out all alone as much as I could, but of course we had to keep going to work every day and he doesn't get along with the dog very well. (they don't fight, they just avoid each other - even though the dog is a 5 pound yorkie and Jupiter is easily twice that.) Anyway, he was visibly depressed for a few weeks, but he seems to be okay now. Lots of love, lots of treats, and general kindness and compassion. Just like what the people need.

All this going on with your animal family has me thinking a lot about Charlie lately - but, I'm not as sad as I was even a month ago. It's getting easier to think about him and not about that awful day at the vet, about how he was just a tiny orange fluffball when I got him, and how he was too shy and scared to leave my computer chair (I finally set up his little baking-pan litter box and his food and water right beside the chair). How he turned into a kinda big cat, but his voice never got big with him - he kept his baby meow his entire life. How he loved me loved me loved me, and nobody but me, and I loved him in a way I'll never love anyone else.

Thanks for letting me hijack your journal for my sad kitty stories.

[brightlotusmoon.livejournal.com]

I love kitty stories, and yours are so touching :)
I also love cats who grow up and keep their baby voices -- my friend Charlotte has a cat named Buster whose voice is more "babyish" than is sister's and his mother's! He onced let out a deeper, more masculine meow and was so freaked out that he didn't "talk" for days. Charlotte jokes that he sounds like a girl because when the kittens were born, we all thought that Buster was the female and Baby was the male, until they got older and we could see under the tails. So for the first few weeks of his life, Buster thought he was a girl. ;) This would probably help explain why Buster is so girly and Baby acts all tough. *grins*

[faire-damsel.livejournal.com]

*Hugs*

[kathness.livejournal.com]

My kitty girl would cry and wail, and so we got a new kitty for her much sooner than we had planned (about a month later). Not quite a match, though. She spends most of her time hissing at him, and it's now almost a year later.

[brightlotusmoon.livejournal.com]

Aww, well, we never really know how they will react. Tuesday hated Jupiter at first. By the end, they were best friends.

[kathness.livejournal.com]

That's true. I hope she eases up with him a little. Of course, now it doesn't help that he keeps jumping her (yes, they are both fixed). It's not helping his case at all.

[sidheblessed.livejournal.com]

Poor Jupiter. :(

Krispy Kreme is evil. ^.^