Well now I know who to blame for the hairballs....

For the first time in 16 years, I only have one cat. She seems to be adjusting well, but she still waits 15 minutes to eat after I put food down (Abigail always used to eat first), and she's still sleeping downstairs even though I've left the kitchen door open. But at least I know whose paw prints are all over the kitchen table in the morning (bleah) and who leaves me vomitous deposits near the back door.

Ah pets...how clean my home would be without you.

I want to thank everyone who sent their sympathies and words of support. It was really nice of you - especially considering that most of you had a rather shall we say "contentious" relationship with Abigail. I will always fondly remember Abigail actually driving El Jefe out of my home at 3am, and how Xt used to say "Hello Abigail" in the same way one might greet one's intensely aloof nemesis.

She had a good life and was a good ally in the war on terror.

And with that, it's time to get a puppy. I'm thinking a puggle. My trainer has a puggle puppy named Pippin and it's the cutest goddamn thing I've ever seen. Or maybe I'll just have a baby. Decisions decisions.