Missing the Cat

So the Mrs. is out visiting family this weekend and I'm at home, free to run wild.

Took a bunch of naps this afternoon. Almost went to Kyoto but didn't have the energy.

And it's after midnight and I've got a tumbler of brandy, watching something or other on cable and missing the cat.

Back 25 or more years ago I was living with my dad, working the midnight shift so I found myself awake in the middle of the night with a glass of something sitting in front of the cable in the basement and the cat would come and hang out with me.

He watched 20 minutes of Milo and Otis one time with absolute focus and attention, but generally he was just content to sit on my lap and get scritched.

He's been gone for a long time now. Not as long as I've been gone, I'm sorry to say. I wonder if he knew I wasn't just going to work or dinner that last time I stepped out the door.

Really wish he was here to watch TV with me tonight.