My cat died back in November (during nanowrimo, God so many tears in that draft). He was sweet, and amazing, and I miss him so, so much.
You know who showed up two days ago on my porch after I spotted him ONE time in the abandoned barn near my house? A cat who is very clearly his kitten. Same shaped face. Stripy. Near IDENTICAL meow.
This cat now comes to my porch and wails until I step out, then begins rolling around and purring. He won't let me too close yet, but we sit and chat, and I feed him like a good cat grandma.
I haven't even touched him, but I love him already and he's such a playful little angel. He can't even be one. He must have been born just a little before my baby got sick, maybe by a month or two.
He comes and courts me with his painfully familiar voice, and I secretly cry a little each time because he looks, acts, and sounds so very much like my Fitz.
Anyway, I should be posting a new chapter tomorrow of Friday, sorry for the silence, and thanks for letting me reminisce about my boy.
I miss you Fitz, you were an amazing friend.