sleep

During sleep we forget things. When I woke at 5:30 this morning to feed the cats I walked into the dining room expecting Pomona to greet me with a chirp from her spot on the table. That's where she waited every day for me to come and give her some Fancy Feast. Tuna is depressed and is lying still in odd places, not his usual ones. He has never been away from Pomona; I got her first, and so she was already here when I adopted Tuna. He must be confused.