This morning I dreamed that my cats were here, following me around the house as they always used to do. I went into the bedroom to get ready for work, and Zappa jumped up on the window sill behind me; Frank jumped up on the bed and I was petting him. Surrounded by my happy cats. Then I was on the other side of the bed, by the closet, giving them cat treats. Cory came in and asked what I was doing and I said I was giving them cat treats even though I knew they weren't really there.
I started to wake up then, but I didn't want to and tried not too. But I had to, so I got up and let myself cry in the shower.
I'd say the dream made me sad, but I haven't really stopped being sad. It just made it hard to ignore again.
Anyway this afternoon at work, I suddenly remembered pictures that I thought were on my phone and had to stop and look for them.
This was pretty much the normal state for those 2 years or so that Cory was traveling to Japan for work. They were the best feline pals a gal could ask for. Don't know what I would have done without them.
Thanks for visiting my dreams, guys. Wish you were still here.