Johnny has been gone for 12 days now, and I miss him more than ever. A friend of a friend brought me Ezra about 3 hours after Johnny was gone. I thought it was great. Not so much anymore.
Ezra won’t even let me touch him. I reach out to pet him and he bolts. I was so used to having Johnny nap with me in the afternoon and he’d sleep right next to me. Ezra doesn’t want to get near me.
There’s also all of the devastation he’s leaving in his wake. I had a metal floor lamp in the living room. Had is right. Ezra knocked it over so many times that the top broke off the lamp. I had another table lamp that my grandmother bought for me when I was 7 years old. It’s in pieces in a box right now. Ezra shoved it over the table and it went all over the place. The third lamp that I had in the living room on my desk is gone too. He also managed to get his paws on my Garfield cookie jar. It’s in pieces in another box.
He gets up on the mantel over my fake fireplace where I have a lot of knick knacks. So far, I have caught him twice just before he tried to shovel Misty’s urn off onto the floor. The third time I caught the urn literally inches before it hit the floor. Ezra got told at that point, “If that hits the floor, I promise you’ll have one of your own before the day is out!”
For the first few days that I had Ezra, the girl who gave him to me want to come over to see him every other day. He was on her as soon as she came in. As soon as she sat down, he was up in her lap and as cuddly ever. I took a suggestion from one person and told this girl that she should stay away for a week or so and let Ezra adjust to me alone. She hasn’t been back since that night, and Ezra still won’t let me even get near him.
I miss Johnny more because of him.
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