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I think my job interview went well.

I cried a bit on the train on the way home, I was sad to be returning to a completely empty house. I keep expecting Menecat to pounce on my feet, or to hear the tell-tale sounds of ripping from the next room and have to rush in and check he's not detroying anything important. I realised this morning that I was being careful rolling onto my back in bed because I didn't want to crush him... then I remembered he would not be there.

On the bright side:

I am now glad-

-that Seamus and I have been living here for the past eight or so weeks

-that Mene was house-bound so much after his penultimate accident, it meant I got more time with him and he got more human attention than otherwise

-that he managed to take off his collar and dump it in my room, now I have it as a keepsake on my keyring to remember him

-of every single hair that is on my clothes, in my bed, on my furniture...

-that he chewed my Arts Festival guide

-that I have so many photos

-that he was such a friendly, loving kitten, and made friends easily

-that he never paid much attention to any training or punishment meted out, if he was only to live for a year at least he had fun

-that I had the privelege of loving and caring for him for ten precious months

Oh, and lj tags are a wonderful thing. I type "kitten" in and all the entries about Menelaus from the past year come up.

I have an awesome boyfriend

Seamus was the one who found Menelaus. He brought him back. Then he came inside and told me, which must have been awful.

He held me while I sobbed and sobbed. He was kind and gentle but firm, wouldn't let me have false hope when I thought he'd made a mistake and Mene was alive. He sat with me over Menelaus' body and let me talk and cry. He kissed me and told me it was't my fault, wasn't anyone's fault. When I picked up Menelaus to put him in my room I stumbled and Seamus reached out and took Menelaus from me, wrapped in his towel, and we put him down on my floor in a spot that gets the morning sun, he liked to sleep there.

The next morning he stayed with me, he held me close when I woke up and remembered. He took me out of the house and bought me coffee and got me to eat breakfast.

He watched over me as I dug the grave. He suggested we bury some of Mene's toys with him. Then he brought Menelaus out to me and helped me put him to rest.

Ten minutes later I was on my bedroom floor, sobbing. Seamus came in and held me tight.

He's made the last couple of days easier than hey would otherwise have been.

Tonight he came home and presented me with four specialty chocolates, "That one is cos it's crap the cat died, that one is yay, your job interview went well, that one is I'm sorry your asthma is playing up and that one is cos... we've been together six months."

I love him.

I'm going to eat chocolates now.