Wordless Wednesday

Daddy Peyton Remembers his buddy Perry....

Man Cat Monday....Back.

ME.

Been kinda hard to get up gumption to post after Perry's passing.
First, the outpour of sympathy to my family humbles me
I want to THANK YOU All again. It means the world to us. 
We're trying to grab a hold of our household without him--
Especially Tommy.
She expects Perry hollerin' while she feeds us and gets kinda weepy when  she can't
Fill that Number 6 bowl. Perry always got his bowl first, cuz I guess he holler'd he loudest. 
She wonders why he wasn't on the blankee on the washer or on his couch in the other
Bedroom when Perry really wanted to get away from us.
Then Tommy remembers.
*Sigh*
It's been hard.  Real hard. We love on Tommy. And we know she loves us--
Yet there's some thing still feels missed.
Cranky Ol' Sour Puss Perry--that's what I called him--and he was just that--
Never really beat us up-hissed and air jabbed Uncle MaxMaxx--
Mommy says Perry did like us. Like those times we'd all be
On Tommy's bed snoozing, or a Saturday morning when Tommy didn't need to get up.
*Sigh*  
Perry now rests under the pretty flower tree, right outside a window.
Bird TV is right there and we all watched from that window.
We'll still watch the birds and squirrels --
And maybe there will be a familiar cranky ol but now
Angelic orange tabby watchin right with us--
I pray this to be so.