DancingMonkey

At dawn I started hopping on my owner. She kept sleeping. I was sure she was just pretending. So I put her to the test. With a firm movement, I pushed her glasses off the table. She spoke immediately: I’ll skin you if you broke them. I was right again. I knew she wasn’t asleep.🐈‍⬛

My owner spent her money unnecessarily again today. She bought a book on a psychological topic titled "Free Will". I don't even understand why she'd bother reading it at all, because as long as I'm here, she certainly won't experience anything like that.📕🐈‍⬛

I was about to say goodbye to my owner when she said she would be working from home. I was very happy and thought: if I take on a little work, I’ll get some extra playtime in return. I offered to help but she said that lying on the keyboard doesn’t count as administrative work.🐈‍⬛

Dear Mira, you made me sad with this news.😿 Beautiful Tuxie, may the angels watch over you beyond the Rainbow Bridge.🌈 My little candle burns for you now, may your dear soul rest in peace.🕯️

You can see that I didn’t do anything wrong, but my owner said, “Enough with the boxes, we don’t live in a garbage dump and now I’m throwing them all away.” I don’t even know what to say. I’m searching for words, as I try to piece together my broken, tiny, innocent soul.🐈

Today my owner decided to get up at 9am. I seriously thought she was hibernating and she just forgot to say it. Sure, I got some food at 4am, but by 9am, an eternity had passed. My favorite canned food was on the table, I still didn't have the special technical feat to open it.🐈

I worked so hard all day that even my claws were worn out. When my owner got home and saw my creation, she just stood there and stared. She didn’t say a word. Some artworks are so stunning they leave you at a loss for words. I think that’s what happened to her, too.🐾🐈

We picked a few quinces from the tree so my owner could make compote from them. During the preparation, she proved that slicing quince is one of the most dangerous kitchen operations. In the end, at the cost of some blood sacrifice, she managed to make this delicacy for herself.

My owner went to the forest, promising to bring something delicious. I figured it would surely be hare liver or roast venison for dinner. But she brought mushrooms, not meat. So I had to make do with a tired autumn fly that flew in through the door in the hope of a better life.🐈‍⬛

On the first two days of November we remember those who are no longer with us but we will forever cherish their memory, their love, and the moments we shared with them in our hearts. Let us think of them with gratitude, as they remain a part of our lives through our memories.❤️🕯️