“Do you know what I miss the most?” he said. “Being waited on hand and foot?” “My cat.” “Ah,” I said neutrally. I suppose I should have guessed—Wendell speaks of his dear Orga a great deal, though I am never able to get a sense of what the creature actually looks like.
ugh i would be so dang miserable if i had to be away from my cat for 10+ years :(((
