Mahtob, whom we had to give up, staring out onto the street below, while my great-aunt Gussie’s sculpture looks on. It took that cat a long while to warm up to me, but she eventually did, and I miss her.
Mahtob, whom we had to give up, staring out onto the street below, while my great-aunt Gussie’s sculpture looks on. It took that cat a long while to warm up to me, but she eventually did, and I miss her.