Tuesday, October 21, 2008

Six months

It's been six months since Figaro got his wings. Jett and I still think of him every day and miss him something fierce. His ashes are in a box on our night table next to his toy pony Max, who was a gift from his Uncle Trabis. Jett is particularly lonely. He was never a talker. Until now. I guess he just couldn't get a word in edgewise with Figaro around hogging the limelight. Jett was content to be a featured player. Figaro always said Jett was brilliant in the role of Second Fiddle Player. Over these months, Jett has become quite vocal. He cries when he's alone. Loud whining sounds that stop when I'm with him. It's amazing and heartbreaking. I guess I'm realizing now that while I had a life and a job that took me outside the house on a regular basis, Jett spent every moment of his life with Figaro. So now we're thinking it's time to bring a little brother into the picture. When we meet the right one, we'll know it.

Figaro can never be replaced, of course. He was my soulmate. But there's still more love to share and I know Figaro would want Jett and me to be happy. When I return from a short vacation next week, we'll start scouring the kitty adoption agencies. Wish us luck.

And all of this, just to say it's time to bring this little corner of blogdom back to life. It seems Jett has found his voice and, as it turns out, has quite a lot to say. I'm fairly certain Figaro will also be paying visits from the Great Beyond. We're pretty sure he's hangin' around or at least paying us visits anyway. It's only a matter of time before he takes up his cosmic keyboard and drops some Heavenly pearls of wisdom. I've already received a personal message, advising that MASSACHUSETTS THE HEAVENLY MUSICAL is a huge smash.

And there's just no telling what our new kitty may have to say, once we find him, of course.

-Michael and Jett