I miss my gender species confused, rabbit hopping, tongue dangling, petting needing Peppy.
I miss Sophie and feeding her the filling of a twinkie and watching her eyes go half massed as if she just had a hit of crack.
I miss Lela and her long conversation in cat speak that I will never understand but listen intently all the same.
I miss Maverick and watching football with him in the leather chair.
I miss Goose even though he hates me and my other cats.
I miss Boo and Jesus and all the saints in my army of social misfits.
I miss blasting mp3's in my car and valeting at the mall.
I miss margaritas and the Captain making me laugh about Asian spas.
I miss my jag that leaks, my Saab that shakes, and my bike that needs new tires.
I miss sailing in the summer night wind.
I miss home.
I miss work.
I miss belonging somewhere.
I just wish I knew 'where' was.
The Blonde has bitten off a little more of the Apple than she can chew!!