It's been a tough week around here after losing Willie. My long-haired orange tabby pal was not just big in stature, but also big in presence. All of our other kitties seem a little "off" and have basically been grumpy and needy all week. I too miss him a lot, even though he didn't like me all that much (he smelled awfully good).
Tonight mama and I went to pick him up and bring him home.
It's hard to believe that this little, wooden box holds the remains of my big, furry friend.
Oh Willie, my pal, I would far prefer your furry butt and amazingly fluffy tail, but this box is darned nice.
You still smell good, and I will never forget you. Now mama can put you on the little shelf with all of our other kitties and with Klaus (yeah, dad wouldn't be thrilled to know that he's surrounded by cats, but hey, he was surrounded by them before so I'm sure he will appreciate the company).