The day after Hugo's passing, the loopy old woman howled almost non-stop. I immediately started to worry that she was either lonely or had gone over the deep end. So to keep her company, Ray and I have been spending some time with her in the cat room (after moving the cat food to higher ground).
I think the situation is going to work out. Although I'm a little worried about the blind dog inadvertently launching himself atop the frail little deaf cat when she isn't expecting company.
|Really? You think this is a replacement for HUGO?|
|He better not try to sleep in any of my beds|
|Lookit old woman, I'm just trying to help|
|He sure takes up a lot of real estate|
|I want Hugo back|