We moved. We were living in a 7 bedroom house, now we’re living in a 3 bedroom basement suite.
It’s a nice suite, as far as basement suites go.
Lots of space, lots of room, and a landlord who’s wonderful about letting me paint. Helps that I intend to buy this house, later.
So we moved.
My “Mark Box” the one with all the momentoes and the bits and pieces of his life, that moved with me. It used to be in the living room, under the front window, but now it’s in the living room, in a little “alcove” that would fit either the box or my piano.
Suddenly, the cats are ALL over that box.
Before, I assumed they liked to hang out on the box because they could look outside – but this spot doesn’t allow them to.
I was sitting on the chair beside the box – and Bandit, the biggest/oldest cat, was sitting up… looking… at *nothing* and then he just lay down.
Now he and Kudos… they share the box, the spaces on the box. They’re there most of the time, it seems.
I wonder… if they’re there because of Mark. Because of his presence that is so very much part of that box.
Or maybe they’re just hanging out there because we keep kicking them off the couch and chair to sit.