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The cats are aware of his passing now. They stared for a while at the empty cage hanging from the living room ceiling. Now they ignore it.
There are no loosened seeds on the carpet when I sweep.
I brought his two white towels down from the bedroom yesterday and added them to the laundry basket.
I tossed some millet sticks but I will make a place to pour out the rest of his bagged seed for the backyard wild birds.
I must relocate his collection of water globe music boxes in the bedroom. Then I will bring the little table down here to host the turntable.
The routines change and life goes on.
But the silence is deafening.
