And bugs. Don't forget bugs. And, well... Let's just say dead stuff in general.
Always seems like more of a dog thing to me. I am an incredibly loyal scavenger. I'm most comfortable in a pack -- one I can protect, but a pack just the same. I think you have an overactive responsibility gland. You are the cats you love -- the ones who feel obligations to families.
Yesterday, you just seemed miserable. Deeply sad. Distracted. I wanted to hug you or sit very close to you and try to siphon-off some of it. There wouldn't have been an appropriate situation for that. I'm assuming that this is what heartbreak feels like.
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