Life without Nimrod is strange. I mean, it took me a couple of weeks to notice that he had gone, but once I did, it was just plain weird.
First off, there's more food in the bowl. That part is nice. Plus, now no one jumps out and attacks me when I'm trying to use the litterbox. I'm really glad about that. I think that the wall, the floor, and my mom are pretty glad about that too.
But, I do kind of miss him coming in and smelling like the outdoors. I liked that. I would wait until he fell asleep, and then sneak up and sniff him. I tried sniffing the people's shoes last week, but it wasn't the same. They just smell like dirt. And feet. That's not as nice.
All in all, though, I think it's better for him, and for us, that he's on the farm now. Princess says I've gotten fatter since he left. Maybe that's true, but she's gotten grumpier. At least fat is fun to cuddle with. No one likes grumpy.
I've got to go. It's almost time for my evening nap, and if I don't get the chair first, Charles will take it. Then it will smell like old man for days.
- Shane
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