Back in Canada, exhausted from the par few days, but I cannot rest. In front of the computer and my Canadian cat crawls into my lap. I put her on the floor, again and again, but she insists on being in my lap.
Curled up like a ball of fur, purring away happily, occasionally glancing at me... This was the same position my Dutch cat passed away in, in exactly the same lap.
One day, this cat will pass away too. That will be another difficult emotion to process.
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