Remembering Crockett

One year ago, I lost my best friend in a tragic accident. In case you're a newer reader, or you don't remember, the mommas came home from walking the dogs to find Crockett crushed by a ladder. They had been removing wallpaper from the entry hall and there had been a ladder propped against the wall. Crockett had been climbing up in the light well earlier in the day and they guess that he tried again when they were gone and that somehow he hit the ladder and it fell on him. It wuz awful. Grandma still blames herself (even though everyone tells her not to) and we all feel sick thinking about it.    

I still miss him. We were two of a kind - bestest best friends who were always grooming each other and in a cat pile together. Angelique got along great with him too. It wuz so hard to lose our pal.  

Which is why we all went crazy when Bowie wuz trying to climb in the light well. Of course, there wuz no ladder (and there will NEVER be another ladder propped against a wall in this house). But still - it hurt to much, especially close to such a sad anniversary.

Bowie's still frustrated he can't get up into the light well anymore, but he is having to find other mischief to cause. And since he's a crazy cat, that wuz quickly done for him. And there's always dogs to pick on.

We all still miss your Crockett. Your sweet perma-kitten face, your plush ticked fur, your crossed-eye, your silent purrs, your rare meow, and yes, that silly tongue you luved to show to the camera. Life is not the same without you.