The crying. She wouldn't stop last night. She meowed louder then quieter, take a small breather then do it all over again. She needed a bed, a safe place, she wanted to go outside and do her nightly hunting. She got the bed in the morning once I figure out that was one of the things she needed. I talked to her, pleaded with her, sent her visuals, but no stopping with the meows.
I was sure he would be upset, he would think this was a big mistake, that we shouldn't live together that I should leave. I thought it might be too much reality to deal with, when he doesn't have to. Yet, instead he looked in on her, gave me a kiss and told me how glad he was to have us in our home. I cannot convey the joy and peace that brought me. It was as beautiful to me as a grand sunrise on a lightly cloudy morning, where the pinks and purples and oranges all flood your senses and it is so beautiful you wouldn't believe it was real if you weren't seeing it right then with your eyes.
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