Darren

My old cat Benji was the sweetest boy. We had him for his nine last years before he died at almost 17.

One of the things he’d do was sit on my chest, purring like a lunatic at bedtime. I’d read my book while he got as close to my face as he could, damn near drooling he was so happy. We called that Belly Time, and it was a genuine high point of my day.

We’ve had our current cats for two years, and neither of them have any interest in doing that. It’s been four years since we lost Benji, but I still miss it almost every night.

Debbie Does Genocides.