So, remember last week when I got sad because Mama was gone for good? Well, last night I heard a noise from my front door, and it turned out to be Mama scratching it. Which means the dead cat I saw must’ve been a different black cat I owned (still sad, but not as sad).

One the one hand, I feel happy that she’s back. On the other, I feel so stupid for not knowing better. But then again, the fact that I mourned over her potential loss means I loved her so much. And maybe I did have emotional baggage I needed to drop, but didn’t know how. (Do you think I should get rid of the previous news post about her, or keep it up as a reminder?)