That's selfish, I know. She's had a very hard time of it lately and when she gets to the Bridge she's going to have nothing but Awesome...but I'm going to miss her. I'm going to miss knowing she's still here with us. Someday I'll see her again and I hope she'll be happy to see me and will grace me with a headbutt, but right now...I'm going to be selfish and feel bad.
If you haven't yet, maybe pop over and give her some mojo?
Okay. Just so you don't think my people are actually tidy or anything. This is the room that they actually use. There's clutter all over the place, though you can't see a lot of it.
It's comfortable, though, and we like it. You don't have to be careful in here; if you spill something or hork up a hairball, no one really cares. It's like, okay, it'll get cleaned up. So Buddah can scratch his funky scratchy toy and get pieces of it all over the place, and no one gets bent. I get fur all over the carpet or any of the chairs, no one cares. Eventually it all gets vacuumed up. But it can be a mess sometimes...things die in here. Like hopes and dreams. And bugs.
Tomorrow the people are going to Vegas because the Younger Human is turning 30 and apparently that means taking him someplace where there are a lot of people to mock him for it. And they're going to shove him out of an airplane. If he survives, he gets to go to a people circus. I'm not sure, but there's a 50-50 chance they've sold him to the circus...I hope not, because if they do that means That Damned Dog Butters will probably come live here.
But while they're gone, WE GET THE GRANDMA!