He was only a cat. Right? Just a cat. Not like a dog with all its unconditional love, cuddly coat, and endless loyalty. Or an actual person, God forbid. Just a cat.
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525,600 minutes
Zoe told me that she loved me today. Via text. Unsolicited. Where she actually had to think about it and use her thumbs and had a chance to backspace rather than pushing send. Not the usual drive by at bedtime that we half-heartily exchange 'Goodnight, love you, see you in the morning,' while barely hugging. … Continue reading 525,600 minutes