Little Cat in a Big World

I thought that I would write something about my cat Maire, who died a week ago yesterday, but I'm having trouble thinking of words that adequately describe my relationship with that little feline. She was sassy and thin and craved negative attention. She would purposely knock things off a shelf, and would herd us into the bedroom at approximately 10:00pm, yowling that it was time to go to bed. She would run and fetch little rubber balls and would come out into the living room to visit our dinner guests while her sister hid under the bed. We called Maire the smart one. (Her sister Isabelle is the sweet one.) She was here a week ago, and now she is gone. I still feel depleted and empty and I look for her to come down the hall. That little cat filled such a big part of me. I miss her.