Dreaming

I had a dream about poor Murhpy boy last night. I was sitting out on the patio and here he comes, just waddling out of the bushes.

I am beginning to feel a little better, but I still have trouble. I'm not really interested in cleaning up the kitchen, I'm having a hard time sleeping, and don't even ask about getting the other cats more food. That was the sound that used to get Murphy to come out of hiding and be seen - even when nothing else worked.

The good news is that is has been a whole 24 hours since I've cried.