four_cats raze it's funny how much you can forget without wanting to. if i squint when i look back at the home_movies my mind made of us, i can see one of the four. she called him little_guy. he was anything but small. probably overweight. but full of love. he would climb onto a chair in her smoke-smeared basement, stand on his hind legs, and hug me. just like a furry little person. purring loud enough to shake the fillings in my teeth. i've lost all the others. their names. their coats. their personalities. chances_are she's lost them too. that was a long time ago. 240820 what's it to you? who go blather from