Today I said goodbye to my furry grand babies after their almost four month stay with me.
Goodbye to Munchie, who found out that she could be the bossy one and gave Dave's cat such a hard time. I will miss your sweet face, but not the grey hair that has made it's way into every nook and cranny and will take years to find and clean away. I will miss you climbing on my knee for a cuddle and your random spaz attacks when you would run around the house like a mad thing for absolutely no reason at all.
Atticus, you sweet little man, I will miss you even more. The arm of my chair will seem so empty as it was your favourite place to sit with me. I will have a cold back when I nanna nap because you won't be there to keep it warm. I will miss the constant affectionate rubs against my leg and the headbutting to remind me to give you a scratch.
But your Mum needs you even more than I do. She needs her little family back together again so she will have someone to greet her when she comes home and someone to cuddle at night when the cold of Winter arrives.
It will be a lot quieter here but I am sure that my furry babies will be glad to have me and the house back and not have to share with other furry interlopers.