Usually, when my husband and I retreat to our bedroom for the night, our cat Seven accompanies us — because he and our dog Dusty cannot be trusted to play nicely without supervision. But the other night, Seven had sprawled comfortably on Younger’s lap, and Younger was reluctant to lose the snuggles.
So we left the two on a sofa downstairs.
Within ten minutes, however, I had received this text from Younger —
He has such a way with words.
Not with women, obviously.
But with words.
The Grown-Up 