The other night we were walking home from our townhome association meeting. It was a nice evening and one of the neighbors had their front door open (with screen door) and sitting right smack in the middle, sniffing the breezes to his heart's content, was a BIG black kitty kat. He created a bigger bowling pin than Tubby, but other than that I could have sworn it was Tubby sitting there. Tubby always liked to survey his domain - front and back - and he adored sitting in the door and sniffing the breezes.

Then Debbie (sirrahbed) brings up how Robbie likes to be carried over the shoulder like a baby - and that's exactly how Tubby liked to be carried. He never allowed me to turn him upside down and "squish" him.

Lately CJ has started making the little mrrt sound when he sees Peanut. Tubby used to do that all the time too, to everybody, not just Peanut.

I think it all started when Twicket died. Ever since then it seems all these little reminders of Tubby are everywhere, and they're making me realize just how much I'm missing my big boy.

He so loved sniffing the breezes that he even did it in the motorhome. Here's a pic of him surveying what he wished was his domain.


Sure do miss you Tubs.