So we have these two cats who are adorable. The reason we have two is that when one of us is home alone and sad, we have one kitten to wipe away the tears from each eye.
At least that’s supposed to be how it works. I have not had a single tear mopped up by a single paw since Stephan left.
Instead, they have been taking shifts: Simon kneads and purrs on the bed all night. And then we spoon. Spencer curls up with me on the couch during the day. And then we hold paws.
But they are no Stephan.
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