Thursday Morning 11/11/2010

It's a little after 5.30 and I've come down to make a cup of tea for myself and my wife before we get ready for work. I still open the door expecting to see a big pair of green eyes staring back at me as Molly is wating for me to come down. Kit is always the slow one to get up. I came down and opened the door and found Kit sitting on the spot on the blanket where Molly's bed was. I didn't think I could cry anymore I am so tired but as I type this the tears are streaming down my face. Last night Kit kept looking up the kitchen expecting Molly to come trotting down as I fed him. Cats do mourn too as well as humans. They do it in their own feline way.