It's been three weeks tonight since Stunt passed.  Seems so, so much longer.   This has been the longest three weeks of my life.  Still plenty of cats around here... 5 cats and 5 kittens, but it's not the same.  I guess that's because I really never thought of Stunt as a cat.  He was just STUNT... a friend that happened to walk on four legs instead of two.  A friend that could tell me what was on his mind just by looking at me.  A friend that enjoyed chasing the mouse on the computer screen.  A very, very good friend.

I got his ashes back last Wednesday, and found the urns I wanted for him and his brother on the internet.  They should be in on Friday.  I ordered three, one for him, his brother, and my dog Snoopy that died several years ago.  I had meant to get an urn for her before now, but could never find what I wanted.  The ones I ordered are nice, have a place for a photo, and a plate that can be engraved with the name and whatever else I want.  I'm going to put all three of them on the fireplace mantle.

As for the new kittens... one of them follows me wherever I go.  Unfortunately, I cannot let myself get too close.  Not yet.  Too soon.  A lady at the local supermarket has already shown an interest in this kitten anyhow, and I've got to take some pictures of it tomorrow and show her what it looks like.  But the kitten is very cute, very friendly, and just as playful and energetic as Stunt was when he was a kitten.  Even though the colors are different, it's hard to watch this kitten play because it does remind me of Stunt so much.  And another of the kittens is almost a duplicate of Squeaky... almost the same markings, the same size, the same mannerisms, the same "squeaky" meow.  Makes you wonder.  The universe either has some grand plan that I don't understand, or an incredible sick sense of humor... or maybe both.