Most mornings when Momma leaves for work, Zeke The Cat is curled up, fast asleep on our bed after a night of frolicking with his cat friends. But every once in a while, he's nowhere to be found. I've always assumed he's skulking around the house, asleep in the basement, or up in one of the other bedrooms. Until this morning.
While I always call out, "Bye Peanut!" when I leave for work, this morning I had a strong urge to sit in your bedroom for a few minutes before starting my commute. But, when I walked into your room the chair was already occupied! There was Zeke, curled up in a ball, ready to spend the day sleeping in your room, surrounded by smells and reminders of his Peanut-friend.
Sometimes I wonder if Zeke understands what has happened. I know he misses you. In the first weeks, and even months, after your passing I would find Zeke crying in your room. Or wandering around the house looking for you. Before we dismantled your crib, I would often find him napping in your sleep spot. I guess I just figured that phase had passed.
But, then I have to remember just how much you loved Zeke. I mean, one of your very first phrases was, "Hi, Kitteh Kah!" Followed, of course, by you whacking him on the head while Momma warned, "Gentle...be gentle, 'Nut." But he loved it - he must have, because he always came back for more.
Picturing the sheer delight on your face whenever you got to play with Zeke makes me smile from ear-to-ear. I hope that sometimes you visit Zeke while he's seeking you out. Maybe you guys play a little hide 'n' seek. And then you give him a "gentle" pat on the head.
I love and miss you, Peanut. We all do. To the moon and back.