Missing that ridiculous feline

It's been 47 days.  I still miss Mags. 

Tonight it was the cutting out of the maxi skirt pattern that took me down memory lane.

Maggie loved attacking my pattern pieces.  She wouldn't attack every piece.  Infact she would wait until the floor was a sea of pattern pieces before making her ambush.  She would crouch exceptionally low and then dive bomb the pieces.  The pieces that I had worked hard to stack.  The pieces that I painstakingly folded and smoothed out.

She would attack and topple the pile.

I would tell her she was a crazy cat.

She wasn't.  She was a good cat and tonight I am missing her pattern-toppling-self.