I miss my cat. Especially at times when I wish he wasn't there. Like when I'm home late at night, and my sole purpose is to shower and get to bed. He'd usually be getting in my way, rubbing his oversized body against my calves, begging for some food in his bowl.
So nowadays, I go around expecting something black at my feet to trip me. But there never is. But his absence is a black hole, and I'm just there; on the precipice of a downward spiral.
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