Bummer

Somedays are still tough.

I came home from a rough day at work and as I walk in the door I always say Hello Babies!

Today, no one greeted me and I inadvertently called out, "Truman?"

Then I remembered.

Truman ALWAYS greeted me at the door and then jumped up on the washer to head butt me. A long time ago, when he saw would see the car, he'd run out the cat door, jump over the fence and get to the car by the time the garage door opened. Then he'd ride on the car into the garage. After the cat fence was installed, he simply greeted me at the door. By the time I'd get to the dining room, Spott would have come out as well.

I miss my greeters.