White Light Black Light

I'm not clear how this actually happened...Pierce and I were sitting together after a long afternoon of errands and watching a documentary on netflix about the 9/11 families...at some point I had him stop the movie so I could show him the recent article on global research website by David Ray Griffin about the cell phone calls to the ground from the airplanes. [insert long story about the worm.win32.netsky virus we got in the middle of viewing these two websites]..

Anyway...I glanced over to the far side of where Pierce was sitting and I saw the top of one of our cats appear as he walked in the room. He is a light grey cat, named Bobby. At the same time as I knew it was Bobby approaching, our darker grey cat Blue popped into my mind!! The horror! I said to Pierce "OMG, where's Blue?" His eyebrows went up as mine just had and we realized that our beloved, atomic-uppie giving, blue/grey long haired cat Blue was gone. And not just gone, but after some time we realized we haven't seen him since around the 2nd week in December! The last time we remember seeing him was when Pierce's brother was visiting us for an ebay lesson, Pierce showed him Blue's atomic-uppies trick and we were proud of him for showing off for company for us, I recall. Do you have any idea what's gone on in our lives since then? Neither of us can fathom, and are both truly baffled at how we could forget about one of the star kitties in the house...I mean I notice when any cat is not doing it's normal thing within a few hours....

It came to me that Blue maybe knew how emotional we are about taking care of our brood of felines...When I notice one is gone I stand out front and back like a, pardon me, crazy cat lady, calling their names out each door, walking the property and searching all the ditches and nitches in the house and area. We theorize that he did some sort of cat voo doo on us to cause us to remember too late to do much about his disappearance. I can see him being so considerate, because that's the sort of cat he was. More often than not, the few people I've ever invited to my house here have considered Blue to be the prize winner of the pack.

Anyway...so here we are, once again, mourning a good friend.....

In fact, the following variance of a well-known song came to Pierce's mind as we talked about Blue...We both think he is doing fine and well and has simply moved on...guess he felt it was a good time to give us our memories back...undoo his kitty voo doo...

This one has cats in it!