Tuxedo jumped on the bed and started to cry really mournfully, putting her paws on my arms. I knew she was trying to convey something to me. I didn’t know what it was, because I don’t speak cat.
She walked around meowing a lot, then silence. She jumped off the bed. A few minutes later, she brought one of her newer toy mice to me.
Clearly she was looking for her ratty mouse to play with me. I haven’t seen it for days. It’s somewhere in the house, either under or behind something. I’ll keep looking for it.
Don’t tell me cats don’t have feelings. They do.
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