So many things will never be the same..

I miss Oimo sleeping on my lap, licking the inside of my arm, then putting his nose against the moist spot, and sleeping again.. I think it somehow reminded him of being a kitten..


I miss sharing my food with Oimo..


I miss seeing Oimo destroy Emma's antenna.. Dr-r-r-r-r!


I miss Oimo assisting with crafts, etc..


I miss our Vulcan Mind Meld moments..


I miss going to the kitchen at night, or early in the morning, to discover that someone had been bold again, and left the fridge door wide open.. Maybe some sausages on the floor, or a whole chicken..


I miss my little Kitchen Inspector..


I miss the rare moments when Thatsit would allow Oimo to sort of play with her - until she'd have a hissy fit..


I miss Oimo playing in the garden..


I miss Oimo ruling the neighbourhood..

And a million other things, with Oimo..


Ginga and Oimo in the garden.. Ginga and Oimo are now forever sleeping in that same garden, and it's nice to know that they can stay in a place where they always liked to play. I so miss them both!