Missing Mikey

Before I start on my day, let's go back to Thursday, shall we?

Thursday afternoon, I called my mom during my break, as I do every so often. She and I were carrying on with great conversation and I heard her say, "Hold on, Abby...Wait? What? Where is he? What happened? Okay. Abby I'll call you back." Click. I tried not to think anything of it, but all I was thinking was, what happened to my dad? The "he" I heard my mom speak of had to be my dad, right?

Wrong.

I texted my mom about 10 minutes later when I was perusing Old Navy, and she was crying.

My dad had found my sweet cat, Mikey, not breathing, laying peacefully in the sun by the window upstairs. To be honest, I was a bit relieved that it wasn't my dad or any other human in my life, but then my heart just shrunk to pieces. I was devastated.

Mikey was my baby boy. He was part of the family. He was an "Ervin". He was an entertainer. A snuggle bunny. A tinkle machine (in his early days). A security guard. A gymnast (in his younger years, he could do back flips!). He was the best cat ever. Period. Even my friends who hate cats loved Mikey. He was the best.

Oh, and did I mention that his "given" name is Michael Jackson? He's black and white and has no genitals. Yeah, say what you want. The Ervin family is crude. Yet hilarious! Look at this cute little hunk:

Gosh, I'm just weeping right now looking at his sweet face. I miss him so much already. I'm going home on Thursday, and I don't even want to think about not seeing him there. It's going to be so weird without him around. He was the only cat who would still snuggle with me upstairs. That is, if I didn't bring Leia Lu on the Tulsa trip. I'm going to miss him so much.

My parents decided that since he came with the house that he should be buried at home too. When I say he came with the house, he really did. We moved in our house when I was in 7th grade, and he literally showed up in every window, wanting to come in. We had no choice but to let the little scrounger in. After about a year of calling him "Satan", because he acted a bit like Lucifer, he changed his evil ways and we called him, "Mikey." My mama writes a blog called "Tulsa Stories" and she wrote about Mikey. You can read it here. She's an excellent writer and really told a great story of our beloved cat.

We'll miss you so much, Mikers. I love you, buddy!

Thursday night, this is what I ate for dinner:

Chocolate Godiva cheesecake. Appropriate, right? I thought so.

Today

Must. Dry. Tears.

Okay, I'm better now :)

This morning, Leia decided to break the dawn by waking me up around 5:45. Thanks, toots! So, I started off with a large bowl of watermelon.
Yummo in my tummo.

We usually enjoy a little Syrup Saturday, so I knew something light would tide me over until Jamesy-poo woke up...at 8:30. Don't worry. I got all caught up on The Bachelorette with Ashley H., lost a few brain cells and enjoyed every second :) We all have our own guilty pleasure TV shows!

Today, Claire and I had a KILLER kickboxing class!!!! Hardest one yet! I am literally weak and don't want to move. But it was great!

Kickboxing burned off this baby that I ate last night:
That's right. It's a Dreamsicle supreme from Jerry's Sno Cones. Mine was vanilla soft serve with Dreamsicle sno cone. Delicioso!! Oh it was heaven to my taste buds!

I asked Jamie to take a picture of me and Claire, and whenever he takes pictures, he usually takes several right in a row, whether you're ready or not. Thanks, babe.

So, here's our little fashion show:

Laughing, because Claire still has sno cone in her mouth:
Still laughing, because Claire still has sno cone in her mouth. C'mon, Claire!:
Almost ready:
And, no more sno cones in our mouths!!:
A decent picture. (Notice Phillip, Claire's hubbo, sneaking around in the back...):
Finally a good picture!! Even with you in the background Phillip!:
On our way home through hood-ville, we noticed Lana's market. My mama's name is Lana. Hi, mama!:
I apologize for the long post. Please pray for my family as we are still sad about our little Mikers. You pet people understand where I'm coming from. Your pets are part of your family, and Mikey was definitely part of ours.

Tonight, we're going out with our small group for pizza. We were supposed to go to a Redbirds baseball game, but it's supposed to rain all night. Well...no rain so far. Weird weather.

Hope you are all having a lovely and relaxing Saturday. I'm off to clean. Love y'all!