Or, in my case, a new seven years! Please don't talk to me about YOUR life being short. I am already sixty-three, okay?! Sigh. I had Fancy Feast tonite. Always a special occasion. He tries to surprise me, but it never works cause I always wait for it anyway. He has no idea. But why the big deal? Can't a guy with a truncated life span get wet food a little more often. I mean, what do i have here, pal. A scratch post, cat tree, a bunch of fake mice, and some sun when I'm lucky. Okay, so I'm a little harsh, but seriously, a little indulgence will help my outlook tremendously. I promise. I'm even working on cleaning my litter box for you. Just give me a little more time.

He loves me, and I love him. I like that. I eat well. I have a warm home and friendship. I am a lucky cat. But, he is sad. I think he is very sad. Something is different. I don't hear him talking to her anymore. I wonder why. I thought they liked each other. I liked her. I miss her. I am sad too. I think I am very sad.

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