This has been coming into my mind lately. I think about our older printer (a recent old one, before our current one today) A few months ago, we had to dispose it – although not totally. It was handed over to my uncle since they didn’t have one.

It was broken though! That was why I hated that printer. Whenever I wanted to print something it would act up and print improperly or just print magenta. Its most recent hiccup was that it just won’t print any other color than magenta. It was annoying >_< I wanted to print a lot of stickers and test that holographic laminate thing I bought.

I hated that printer…but my babies (cats) loved to hangout on this printer. It was placed near the staircase where they would sleep, at night, lunch time or day. Our senior cat, Kofuku loved it the most. When we adopted kittens downstairs, because they loved our senior cat, they would snuggle to each other on that printer.

When I went downstairs because I can’t sleep. I would go down and look at that printer – and they would be there. Sometimes, I can’t sleep and I would play with all of them or give them food. There was a time my hubby even complained that the food ran out so early because I would feed them 5x a day or more. I miss those times. Kiri, our cat who was very vocal would always meow as if there’s no tomorrow! It’s as if she joined the happy birthday contest, where you would win if you said it the longest.

On the other hand, our introvert cat Patik didn’t really hang out much on it. She’d hang out upstairs on high places – especially if the sun would cover her on a bright, sunny day. She hid a lot but if you would tap the stairs repeatedly she would go down.

I hated that printer..because now it’s all gone.

Honestly, if I had the means to fix it I would – heck, it was more expensive than our current printer! My hubby gave it to me as a Christmas gift maybe 3 years ago and it only lasted for 2 years so it was a shame, right?

But I wish we could still have it around the house, it reminded me of my babies who are no longer here. And when I think about that printer I cry, because I still look for it whenever I couldn’t sleep.

I would look intently to that area near the stairs, and try not to cry because I’m not supposed to.

I was always told to “move on” and I hate these two words because people loosely use it and not think about how the person not moving on is doing. For so many things – I don’t know how one can move on especially if you were hurt and it a lot of pain.

My babies were my everything – I would wake up and pet them and I know everything will be okay for today as long as they were there. But now, they’re gone.

I hated that printer – but I wish I can have all of it back together with them.