MY CAT, OLLIE

 

So my dad passed away on Valentine's Day in Charlottesville, Virginia. When it seemed likely that he would, all three of us kids rushed to Virginia to see him one last time and to care for my mother in the meantime.

I was on the train when he passed. It's still not real for me yet as a result. Still it turned out to be a lot of stress and worry.

My wife sent me this picture of my baby-boy cat, Ollie. He is absolutely smitten with me, and pretty much wants to be with me all the time. Upstairs or down in the basement (his favorite place) He crawls all over me, will turn his belly to me and turn himself upside down (his favorite position) and will perch himself to sleep on my side at night. Pink mouth, pink nose, pink ears and pink toe-beans. He's a real goofus and a real sweetheart to / with me. Anyway, my wife sent me this picture. And I repeatedly turned to looking at this picture to release oxytocin to help me get through those terrible days.

A totally selfish post. But I did want to share about my cat and what he means to me.