As you may recall, Micah is my oldest cat. On February 6th his friend Tiger died. About three weeks later we acquired Rachael, a very petite adult younger cat. The two get along famously, but I can tell that Micah still is not the same as before.
Today he woke me up in the tradition of Tiger, meowing right in my ear instead of snuggling with me like he always used to do. And, to take Tiger’s place with me in my office (or as closely as possible), Micah now sits on my desk, right above my pullout tray for my keyboard. Our computer has a cordless mouse now, and when I am writing, Micah nuzzles my hand for some scratching that he loves. In the process, however, the mouse gets bumped out of my hand, or some categories of the post I am writing get checked, when I know that the categories are not right. Well, you can guess who my ghostwriter is – Micah Bean. (I add the name Bean to his name and say it lovingly.)
Oh yeah. Micah wants you to know that he does NOT like lamb and rice canned cat food like his sister does. Oh well, there’s a critic in every crowd. 🙂
Micah’s Look-A-Likes
The Sunshine Factor 