Thursday, July 26, 2007

Gabby Revisited

It was nearly 3AM when I finally forced myself to lay down and take a nap before work. It wasn't long before I was roused from a very near-sleep by my cat, Gabby, jumping up on the bed. Nothing I haven't ignored ten-thousand times in the past, but this was new and noteworthy...

...because Gabby's been dead for over a year now.

So, my very near-sleep quickly turned into not-remotely-near-sleep-anymore. I hadn't noticed any particular 'Gabby-like presence' after she passed. I did however, continually forget that she was gone and I would return home, open the door (where she would generally greet me and tell me all about her busy day) and the realization would hit me that she just wasn't there anymore. But there were no signs, sounds, feelings or even the ghost of a hairball to advertise her continuing presence in the house.

So I lie there (wide awake, natch) wondering why her ghost would show up well over a year later. Did she want something? Something she forgot? Do they let cats out of hell for vacation once per year?

You can see a video of Gabby in hell here: