#olivepost

I've been below the poverty line my entire life. All my 'homes' were broken and falling apart. In more ways than one. Ashamed to have anyone over. I always imagined a little home just for me. There was no screaming, the house wasn't falling apart. Just something so small...

I'll never be able to wrap my head around the fact that he isn't here anymore. What do you mean he's not at my feet in the morning, very loudly asking for his breakfast? Or curled up in his window hammock snoring away.

There are some things I still can't bring myself to do yet. I still can't get rid of his dig box near the heater. It's still filled with all his jingle toys and shredded brown craft paper. Beatrix still goes in there and digs, so as long as she is playing in there, I'll keep it around longer.

I am very happy that Beatrix loves his heating pad. She's used it all winter. And will ask for it, if I forget to turn it on for her. Athena has too much fur and doesn't really use it much. She prefers her cat tree.

Athena is across from me playing with her rainbow string. Thudding around the floor, being the fluffy menace that she is.