Oreo Strolls the Garden

It's been a transitional spring for Oreo. For the first week after Sadie passed, she looked for her high and low. She sat at the window and watched for her, she prowled around searching everywhere, but now she's settled in as being the solo cat in the house. She's changed, maybe in ways too tough to put into words here, but she's ok. She sits on my lap every morning, she sleeps on our legs at night, she harasses Kirby whenever possible. Oreo in the house.