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So fucking lonely that last night I dreamed about someone hugging me in bed. Someone who has hugged me in bed in the past. Now I get to wrap up presents for two people for their babies (one recently arrived, one still pending) and pretend like having cats is any substitute. One cat hasn't been in all day, and I had to cut the collar off the other one because she got caught in it today for the second time this week, much to her distress. Going to try to find her a less fabric-based collar that she can't get as caught on, because I think cats without collars look like strays and I don't want anyone to make that mistake.
I love my cats. They're my babies. They're not my children.
I love my cats. They're my babies. They're not my children.