I’m still alive. I haven’t been on the computer much lately, at least for fun stuff. I graduated last week and have been looking for jobs the past few weeks too. There aren’t too many jobs right now in the animal field so it’s a lot of work. I’m staying with my parents until I get my new apartment at the end of the month. I’ve been sleeping in the guest room because I’m afraid of my room at the moment. I had too many spider encounters the last time I stayed in my room.
Anyway, Monday was the one year anniversary of Tiger’s death. Monday night I woke up and felt like a cat jumped onto the bed. I sleep with the door shut because the ungrateful cats don’t sleep with me anyway and it keeps the sound out. So the door being shut made a cat on the bed impossible. I sat up and tried to look and I swore I saw a shadow on the bed. It kind of freaked me out because I was half asleep and I knew it wasn’t possible that there was a cat on the bed. So I laid back down and then I heard what sounded like a cat snout sniffing on the bed.
I’m a skeptic and I think I was just half asleep and dreaming but I like to think that maybe I was visited.
Tiger had personality. She was ravenous the last couple years of her life so if we left anything on the table she would eat through plastic and eat it. Here is the time my parents left a loaf of bread on the table: