thediastema's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- How the boys and I are weathering the storm. Thanks to everybody who left kind words in the comments, guestbook and notes. If you'd like to hear more frequent updates, I've been posting here. Licorice, Frisky and Planck are alternately taking care of me. The former was with us when Pixie died, and started freaking out pretty much right away; since then, he's meowing plaintively a lot, and going out in the back yard, where she's buried, and coming in and occasionally curling up with us in a style he normally reserves for the colder months. The Bisk was fairly calm for the first few days after we lost her, then started looking around for her. Reality seemed to set in pretty quickly, and since then he's been battling a depression best assuaged by extra affection and minimal solitude. He's sort of handling it the same way I am, on a cat scale. Planck's stayed relatively composed, with one exception I consider notable: the other night we caught him conversing with, chasing, and being chased by something none of us could see. Planck had a habit of talking to himself before, and acting oddly under the influence of catnip, but it didn't look like this. When Mum asked him if Pix was visiting him, he seemed to calm down instantly. I suspect she's popping in from Wherever to play jokes on her earthly nemesis. And I saw her at the foot of the stairs last night, just for a split second. Attribute it to grief-induced hallucination if you must, but I think it was her. If it was in fact hallucination, I think it was Pixie messing with my brain chemistry so I'd see her. Hello. Hello. ~ETK I'll get back to epigrams someday soon. 18:17 - 07 September, 2003 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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