Storytime with Lauren

7 and a bit years ago, I moved in with my friend, and he decided he wanted a cat. I didn't particularly want a cat, but he did, so after me telling him that he would be responsible for it, for feeding it and cleaning up after it, we got two cats. Bonnie and Clyde.

As happens, we discovered living together wasn't working so well, and in addition, he had discovered that the reality of owning cats wasn't quite up to the expectations of owning cats, so when I moved back to Brisbane, I was officially the owner of two cats. (Side note, when I moved back to Melbourne we moved in together again and yet again - it didn't work).

Last week, while I was standing at my window, marvelling at the aurora, I learned that he had taken his life. I loved him, he was one of the best things in my life and he is now gone.

The kitties have been a bittersweet comfort this last week. They are the best gift he could ever have given me.

I've made it through a whole week without him now, but this weekend I don't want to do anything except cuddle my cats.