Seven

About an hour ago Sam came and picked up Seven for the move down to LA. It's only been an hour and I miss him. I can't believe I'm feeling this way, but he was a snuggler. He was a face to face rubber and when he gave you a kiss he'd slip you the tongue.

The girls aren't aware of his abscense yet; his smell is still strong - I have to steam clean the rug to get rid of the scoot marks he made and that I didn't have the strength to wash yet.

I have the feeling of getting my home back, I did cater to him a bit, so now it's all mine again. No more being woken up by the screams of one of the girls because Seven had them pinned and was biting them. No more being laid on and vibrated with loud purrs. No more twice the litter boxes. No more twice the food. No more of him scratching the scratching post with his hind legs.

Damn it, I miss the little fucker.