Deprived of my roommate, the cats have congregated in my room. Ensei and Shunki are curled up together on my folded futon, washing each other. Jackl sprawls at my feet. Every time I go downstairs he follows me, mewing, begging for attention, hopeful.
My ragged pumpkin cat, I want to whisper to him. I'll only leave you, you know. Stop pinning your
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