This long, gaunt cat, with claws sharp enough to climb but without the malice to rip my skin, stops me in the street and asks to be picked up. They climb my body, reach my arms, and cuddle against my chest. I, who don’t want to waste any more of my time, don’t even question it when they start…

You smiled by accident, I caught it on camera. For a split second, your facial muscles forgot about their unloveable-mask fate and moved in grace. Each corner of your mouth reached for its sibling ear, top and bottom lashes dovetailed, and two little holes appeared in your cheeks–like the turn in a magic show–the audience in awe, your joy is definitely cuter than any top hat rabbit…