So Teresa posted a picture on wastebook of their new fangled litter box and I had to smile ... brings back the pleasant memories of Nick and the not so pleasant memories of that awful litter box.
Then, Mark walked out and asked -- "where's the cat?" ... oh my -- more memories
I have to admit I miss the creature -- but at the same time I don't miss the hair or the litter box .... or tripping over him in the dark ... or the always empty food dish or smucking the litter down the basement stairs ... it is dang quiet at night without him.
I'm going to smile the rest of the day ....