My guy urped in his food bowl this morning.
That’s after waking me up with gentle claw taps on my cheek, because the bowl was empty.
But he’s good to have around, so way I can pretend that I’m not just talking to myself all day.
I don’t begrudge you a companion. I neither need nor want mine. It was pawned off on my wife by my son whose fiancé was supposedly allergic to. I very soon found out what ‘allergic’ meant. I’m still pissed at my son.