A week later....

I still sort of expect to see ElderCat out of the corner of my eye, especially when I walk into the bedroom, or look at my desk. I miss her, in the way you miss something like an arm, wondering how you are functioning without it but aware you've got no choice and there's no upside to cuddling the grief.

CatofSize has been filling the gaps as he can, including coming to snuggle with me in the morning (he doesn't sleep on the bed with me, though) and trying to sprawl on my desk (with mixed results). He's also far more vocal than I ever remember him being, but I'm not sure if he's saying "where's my little big sister what happened to her?" or "oh hey, is it me or is there more room here now?"

I.... may have visited petfinder.com this evening. CatofSize did not object. It's too soon (and I'll be traveling most of August, so terrible timing) but... well, we'll see. We may settle in happily as a 1-and-1 household for now.

In the meanwhile, I'm trying to get back to work. It's slow - I'm easily distracted, and the weather has not been helping (god how I hate humidity) but work is, in many ways, the mind-savior...