Yesterday marked the one year anniversary of having to put our cat to sleep. Belle would have celebrated her 18th birthday on Friday. I'm thankful for the 17 years we got to spend with her, but I miss her a lot. I miss her leaning on my legs all night long. I miss her sassy little meow that sounded like, "Yeah!" I miss seeing her tiny nose with the streak of orange running up it. I miss her snotty little attitude and how she snapped at me whenever I ticked her off. I miss how she would snuff at Rick and I'd tell him, "She hates you." She was an ornery little cuss, but I really miss her -- we all do. Back when we first lost her, Rick said something that stuck with me. He said something to the effect that she was in Kitty Heaven comparing notes with CJ. If that's true, I'm in big trouble! Ha!