I miss my son

I know I'm super busy and there's only a handful of people reading this but...

I miss my little boy.

Tiger is now staying with his Uncle Danny who loves him just as much as I do.

I guess to Tiger he was just being himself, but to me he was my little buddy. Gay, weak, stupid as it may sound...

I'd talk to Tiger when I was blue...I'd tell him why I was pissed. I'd tell him when I was going out with a girl (usually with the phrase "let's see if we can find you a new mommy"). I'd get angry with him when he knocked something over, or when he'd pee somewhere he wasn't supposed to.

But I'd give anything to clean up his little messes or pick stuff up that he knocked over. And it's only been a day.

I guess it's just different people feeding him now and new places to sleep for him. For me, it's tears in my eyes as I type this and the hope that he can come to PR in a few months...I miss you baby booby.

And if you're think Kent is a weakling...get a cool, cute, awesome, unique cat and then give him up. Tell me how you feel then.