Most of my mornings these days, I am greeted by a sleepy cat when I walk onto the back porch. Nugget will lazily stretch, slowly get up from her bed, and then wait for me as I ready myself for the cold air that will blast me in the face as I head out the door.
Nugget has picked up where Gabby left off by staying close to my side while I feed the animals. She follows me out in the snow, will often roll around in it, and check up on me to make sure all is going well. Once I head back to the house she knows that it is time for her to eat and she waits patiently for me to feed the dogs and she will then follow me onto the porch.
Nugget did not always do this and she never did this when the weather was actually warm out; we noticed this sometime at the beginning of January during the freezing weather and snow. Whether she knows it or not, she is doing her best to fill in the void that was left in my heart when Gabby died. Now if only she would start obeying basic commands!