It’s been a rough 24 hours for our little family. Last night, our little baby Pickle suddenly passed away. Pickle, our 5-year old calico kitty with giant double paws that looked like oven mitts, a ridiculous love of dairy (especially laughing cow cheese), and even more ridiculous fear of heights. Pickle, buddy to “little brother” Bert and lap-sitter on anyone who walked through our doors.
She was a pretty special cat and kept me company through a lot of good and bad times, so we’re really mourning this loss in our family. Our other sweet cat, Bert, was loyally by her side as she was failing, and he is noticeably upset today — not knowing quite what to do with himself.
What does all of this pity party have to do with Buffalo Chicken Tacos? Well, nothing, really, except for the fact that this is what I made for dinner tonight and for a moment, both Brian and I were happy, enjoying our yummy meal, and not thinking about the sad thing that has so quickly changed our lives. Make this next time you need a distraction – it works.