Perkins came home today.
In a box.
The people from the cremation centre finally delivered him back this morning. The box is exquisite. Even though I didn't actually open it to check if his ashes is truly in there. I just have to believe. I'm thinking about where I can actually keep it since my mom has violently rejected the idea of keeping it in my room. Well... we'll see.
I miss Perkins.
On a much lighter note, we've all noticed Gallie's recent change in behaviour lately. Ever since Perkins' death, he has been unusually affectionate. Le lil' sis attributes it to the fact that he's getting old (and probably realises that it's either humans or no one now that Perkins' gone), while the freakishly devilish Norm keeps saying that "Perkins' soul is inside him" FREAAAKKYY.
Anyway, here are a couple of pics for proof.
Okay, so I obsess over my cats. Any problem?
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