It's Been Three Weeks ...

I can't believe that it's been three whole weeks already and the tears have dried. Charmee and I have moved on with our lives. I don't know about him, but I feel guilty. I wear her medallion on a chain and carry her ash vial on my keychain and have her flat DMM and ashes on my bedside table and miss her everyday, but I'm not crying or hallucinating her around every corner anymore.

Hanging out ... Being cats!

Since I have a few more days left in my holiday break, Charmee and I are spending some of our time much like we did when he was a tiny boy and I had to teach him how to be a cat! We're on the floor, bein' cats ...

It's raining!

Charmee is spending his second night sleepin' in DMM's spot on the bed. He is purring again, but his snores are kinda like a popcorn popper ...

DMM used to like to hear it rain ... I suppose it reminded her of how nice it was to be indoors ... She remembered sleeping outside in it when she was an outside kitty.

Charmee has only known comfort as he was about five weeks old when he was found and adopted by me.

He's sleeping on the bed AND purring!

Charmee has gotten over his stand-offishness and has decided to sleep in DMM's spot on my bed. And he is purring vociferously.

I Don't Need No Stinking Brushing!

Getting Charmee groomed involves a dinner of gooshy stinky goodness, his new laserbeam pen from Staples, a catnip 'nana, and the vent brush ... and results in very. little. grooming.

"Ow! Ow! Owie! Dose are my furs!"

"Charmee-dood! Hold still!"

"I need dose furs! I had 'em the way I liked 'em already!"

"Fine."

Well ... that was an exercise in futility!

Until I set the brush and banana on the carpet and Charmee decided to lay on them (!) and get his nice brushing after all! He's purring contentedly and flicking his tail ever so slightly ... so I win, right?!?

Mom = 1
Charmee = 0

Thank you!

Our furriend, Alasandra Alawine, made a graphic commemorating Miss DMM AND Charmee's Aunt Montie sent a lovely flower arrangement to the house.

Thank you, ladies, for your thoughtful gestures.

Jessica & Charmee

Oh, an' Jan's Funny Farm sent a lovely graphic yesterday. Thank you, Funny Farmers!

Well ... It's official!

DMM would have wanted Charmee to continue her tradition of expressing unvarnished opinions about efurrything and being a "bossy buns" in her absence, so he and I (the mom with the thumbs) will keep her blog open and hold some space for anyone who may join our lives once things have settled.  Her blog will continue to be entitled as it is even though there is no longer a living DMM ... and now that Charmee is the only fur and fangs member of the Feline Americans.

Please keep in mind that DMM was an educated and cultured lady-cat who could spell and use Standard American English dexterously, while Charmee is ... well ... younger, and he's kind of a doofus.

 "Hey! I hearded that, Mom!"

"Pipe down, Charmz.  I'm typing here ...".

As soon as she is able (read:  as soon as her lovely purple urn arrives and she's safely back home with us), we'll invite our newest angel to chime in from time-to-time ...