“You missed Pen too?” I grunted and got comfortable. The fur ball was important to Tex. And I might have missed hearing his bell or even the resounding purr he let out anytime he sat on Tex’s chest. Or when I pet him the way he was supposed to be petted. Tex was much too gentle. Pen enjoyed it when I didn’t hold back, rubbing up against me and looking up at me with those big, soft eyes. “Go get food.” Tex’s face lit up. “Oh, you did. I can’t wait to tell him.” “Just bring him home.” If Penelope was there, I knew for certain Tex wasn’t going anywhere.
