We all are really. It’s so hard though. Every night I’ve been crying. It seems silly really, crying over a small little animal, but he was part of the family and it’s breaking my heart to not have him with us any more.

All I can think about is missing all the little things he used to do. Like his little bitey kisses that touched our cheeks with his teeth, or his stupid yowl, or the way he would come and sit in the smallest spaces between Toby and me. And ‘make dough’ on my chest.. Making dough is the family word for when cats almost knead their bed, like they did to mummy cat’s nipples to get milk. It’s a comfort thing I guess. He always did it for ages. And never sat down properly.. He was lovely. The most loveliest cat there ever was.

We’re getting on with things though. I kind of have to, since I have a chemistry exam on Friday. I know I’ll do badly anyway. I can’t get in the right frame of mind to revise anything. Mind you, I never could before all of this happened, so I think that’s just me being lazy and having a short attention span.

I don’t really know what else to write that won’t be more blabber about Salem, and we’re off out so I should go help get the car full. Especially since my bedroom floor isn’t vibrating any more from Dad’s loud music downstairs!