But this afternoon, with the window open to let in the warm October breeze, Kung Fu Panda and I took a nap. Our kitty, Luke, slept on the dog bed.
I got up to use the bathroom and ran into Una. She'd always liked to lie on the tile floor, bunching the rug up to make a pillow. At first, she seemed a little confused, but then I greeted her warmly. "I'm so glad to see you," I told her, and buried my face in her neck.
With the bouncy energy of a puppy, she bounded with me back into the bedroom, popped her front legs up on the small dresser, and gobbled down all the cat's food.
Then I woke up.
Moral:
Beloved pets never truly leave.
