Homecoming

Kitty came home tonight.
 
Albeit in a small velveteen burgundy container, but home nonetheless. It's where he belongs.
 
I'm not sure where he'll rest, but for now he's on an end table next to the TV where I can keep an eye on him.
 
Yes, I can open the box but no, I'm not gonna.
 
I've decided that when I die (soon, I hope) I'm going to have our ashes mixed together and strewn about somewhere.
 
It's a little morbid, I guess, but then life is a little morbid, so he seems to fit right in.
 
Welcome home buddy.

Comments

susan said…
((((((((Anthony)))))))))))))

((((((((KItty))))))))))

(wiping away tears)
October 6, 2009 at 10:35 PM
Anonymous said…
nice box to hold him. I feel your loss.
October 7, 2009 at 10:06 PM
Firestarter5 said…
"I've decided that when I die (soon, I hope)"....hey now!
October 8, 2009 at 11:52 AM
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