She was such a good girl.
Murphy is not quite right yet, and the kittens aren’t helping. He has to live without the biggest influence and love of his life. He loved Tammy more than anyone or thing. When I was cleaning up the bags from the vet, I let him smell Tammy’s collar. He got wildly excited. We didn’t go get her or bring her home. He was sad then. So was I.
I will rearrange things around here. I don’t think I can trust the cats not to irritate Murphy. Dora hasn’t had a loss like Murphy and I, so she can deal with the cats during the day while I am a work.
Perhaps I can make Roberto’s room a boy’s club. It will take retraining Murphy and
Tammy Dora as to which doors to run to in their exchanges, but they are smart enough to get it.
I miss Tammy. She was a strong girl.