Sad

It just hit me again how very, very much I miss my cat. All I feel like doing, besides crying, is yelling out: "I Want My Cat! I Want Him NOW!"

This is still rather unexpected. Granted, he's my only cat and he has his moments but, truth be told, he's not my favorite cat, like, evah. Uggams still holds that place in my heart, really. He was such an incredibly sweet, warm, wonderful kitty. Smartie is not particularly any of those things, other than being a kitty.

Still, he's my baby of the moment. And I do love him, more than I realized and I certainly miss him more than I thought possible. It's not even so much that I'm worried about him, now that the AMC technician keeps calling me with daily updates and it sounds like he's doing reasonably well. But, still, he can't be happy cooped up in a small space--the "condo" is larger than a regular cage, but not much--especially being such a big cat.

Okay, so I'm obsessing a bit. But right now, this minute, it hurts, I miss him so much.

I WANT MY CAT BACK!