It's been over a week now since Moonie passed on to birdie-dragging heaven, and Ray has really seemed at loose ends.
When Pie was here, Ray would leap from wherever he was sleeping and rush to greet the little cat whenever she would emerge from her room for a visit. He would give her a good ear-cleaning then go back to doing what he was doing. This would happen at least half a dozen times a day. Moonie, who used to have the dirtiest ears in town, went to having the cleanest cat-ears around.
Now, Ray just sleeps and, lately, everyday, spends a little time in the cat room.
The first time I saw him there, he had jumped up on the bed and was sniffing intently at Moonie's most recent cat bed. When he couldn't find her there, he went to her winter-quarters (tent), stuck a paw inside and felt around, then withdrew his paw and stuck his head inside to see if maybe he had missed something. By the time I got back to the room with the camera, Ray was just poking around the bed and investigating the windowsill where we had been feeding Moonie. Finding no food and no Moonie, Ray settled himself on the bed to contemplate his mortality.