Once upon a time, I wrote about our neighbor’s cat who used to visit us, rather insistently (“a.k.a. a cat-and-a-half, briefly”). Her name was Molly.
One day, Molly wasn’t with us anymore. Cause unknown. Jonah’s second major brush with the concept of death.
Our next-door neighbor eventually replaced Molly with Sinjun. Who could be Molly’s twin brother, but even more insistent.
Every day we say to Sinjun, “Sinjun, you are not our cat.”
And every day he defies that statement.
The speed with which this cat flies through any open doorway, underfoot, almost knocking one over on one’s butt like a cartoon character.
Whoooooosh.
The speed with which he consumes Bambino’s food? Let’s just call him Sinjun Hoover.
Finally, we have given up.
Sinjun still goes home, to his other home, at night. His days, he spends with us.
Frequently, in Jonah’s bed (conveniently available since the boy has not napped since April 2010).
Note: Blanket and embellishment placed atop napping cat by the non-napping human himself.
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