I wrote this anecdote one year ago. I want to continue sharing these stories about Boudicca and Nala as a way of remembering and celebrating their lives.
Whenever I come home, this is the reception I get:
Boudicca: *previously sound asleep the entire time I was gone, wakes up when I come in through the door* Mama! Mama! Why did you leave me? Mama! Love me, pet me, pick me up! Feed me! Is it lap time yet?
Me: No, Boudicca. It’s time to put away groceries.
Boudicca: Mama! Why are you not in your office? I’m quite concerned when you are in a different room than me. Is it lap time yet?
Me: *picks up 10 lb Slinky cat* Forgive me now?
Boudicca: Oh my person loves me. PURR. PURR. PURR. *goes googly and kneads in the air*
Two minutes later, Boudicca has passed out again. She has such a hard life, obviously.
Boudicca has still not realized that she is not a dog.