There are days when I think the saddest thing in the world would be... my cat, Picasso. He was always pretty upset and unhappy whenever we would go away for vacation for a few days. So, it's not unexpected that he would be unhappy with his pet humans (my boys) being gone half the time. He's taken to being very forward when he wants attention, and he's much more of a lap cat now than he ever was....
There are also days when I think I am my cat. It's a good metaphor, the cat and I are parallel in a lot of ways. But, at least I have a cat to pet if I'm feeling lonely. Picasso just has me.
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