I have them both in my arms, now, as I’m writing this.

They’re purring, napping with their heads on my hand. Both of them.

They’re happy, they’ve been staying with me ever since I got home, walking everywhere I went, sharing my pillows or sleeping in my arms.

I’m sad. Instead of enjoying every second with them, I’m thinking that I could stay here only one night and in a few hours I’ll be leaving again. Without them.

There are few other things or living creatures that I love as much as I love my cats. Most of those things I can take around with me and to other people I can always keep in touch somehow.

But I can’t take my two darlings with me. And I can’t hold them in my arms, caress their soft fur and feel them purring blissfully. I can’t look into their eyes, see their sluggish or graceful movements and I can see them play only in some lifeless and dull video recordings.

But I will see them soon, again.

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