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.