Update: How It Goes With Me and The Blossoming Of My Cat Kissy

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I think a lot of my friends have noticed I haven't been too active here lately. There are a myriad of reasons. And bear with me...this is a long one. First up is my involvement with animal issues at Facebook. I do a lot of crossposting of pets that are in need of finding new fosters to take care of them, rescuers who can pull animals out of shelters (especially high kill shelters) or hopefully to find someone to give a pet a forever home. for those not familiar with what crossposting is, pet rescuers/pet fosters and anyone just plain wanting to help out will "crosspost" on one's own page at FB and also post on fellow friends walls/profile pages of pets in need. The idea being that maybe, just MAYBE out of the many friends we have there someone might be able to help save the life of a pet in need at a shelter, particularly high-kill shelters. If you're not at FB you have NO idea the number of innocent pets that are in need...it can get downright depressing at times. Second...it's been as hot as hades here lately and we're entering another heat wave this weekend, so I've often shut off the computer for awhile to let it cool down... Lastly, I still haven't gotten over the sudden death of my beloved Pyewacket. It's nearly three months since he suddenly died and in my arms. I've heard of other pet people who "lose it" a bit when their pet dies, and I now understand. I've had pets since I was five years old...that means a lot of furbaby deaths in the family. I have loved ALL my pets, but to be honest some stick in one's mind and heart and soul more than others. Pyewacket was one of those babies and I thought I had so many more years with him. He wasn't even nine years old yet. I did manage to have him picked up, a private cremation, managed to get an urn and had his ashes/urn sent back to me...and I thank my many wonderful on-line friends that chipped in to make it possible to do so....Pyewacket deserved a special arrangement as far as I see it. But now here's the thing. My other cat Kissy. On the morning that Pyewacket died I tried to sleep, but couldn't. I keep meandering back and forth to the computer, then go to bed, get up, to the computer, back to bed....but the whole time my other cat Kissy stayed by my side on my bed...THE WHOLE TIME never leaving my side while in bed. That was just the beginning of her "blossoming" Now you must understand, Pyewacket was NO saint, in fact he was a downright bully to Kissy. He was numero uno, the main honcho, the alpha cat, and attention grabber. If I talked to Kissy, no matter where he was, he'sd come charging over and literally push her out of the way. In other words, she never got the equal attention she deserved and was always a very timid cat. Well that has all changed. Now SHE is numero uno and has taken over. Not only that but she's doing things she NEVER did before. Some of the things Kissy is doing that she never did before: 1). She's taken over Pyewacket's spot on the bed--she used to sleep at the foot of the bed, but now sleeps alongside me. 2). She's gotten a heck of a lot more talkative--a real chatterbox. She hardly used to meow at all. 3). She now demands my attention, by either hopping on my lap while I'm in front of the computer...or jumps on top of the computer desk and sits in front of the monitor...so of course, can't do diddly squat and have to stop everything. SHE NEVER DID EITHER BEFORE 4). The most comical occasion (at least I saw humor in it) was the time my computer suddenly went blank. I PANICKED...I thought "Oh, No!"---I took a look at the DSL modem and it was off, no lights on...then I heard a rustling sound and saw Kissy coming from the space between the wall and a large storage container right near the computer desk where I have my power strip.........looking at it, yup, her little chubby-cheeked bottom had turned it off. She looked at me so sweetly, but as if to say "Well, NOW you can pay attention to me." Okay folks. Eventually I'm hoping to adopt another kitty. In fact, I sort of have one in mind from a pet foster person not far from me...he's a 2 year old black male cat and the spitting image of Pyewacket. But now for the question: Those of you who have more than one pet, and especially if you have had one that was totally dominating while the other timid, if the dominating pet passed on, did your other pet's personality change drastically like my Kissy's has?? Did you remaining pet(s) miss the other one, or seemingly couldn't have cared less, and did they "blossom" into a more attention grabbing pet after the death of the other?? Oh--and I do hope to backtrack and make more replies to my former discussions...so bare with me