This is Luna: sweet, gentle, and a lap cat. She’ll perch on my shoulder while I wash the dishes. Will demand a kitty-cat biscuit each morning. I toss it, she races after it, then turns around and pleads for another—how can I refuse?
Then, there is Gaia. Play is his middle name. His mushy soft hair begs to be kissed. He’s also a talkative guy, especially when he wants his favorite things: play, food, our beddy-bye time, but more so for The Hall. Everything is more interesting on the other side of the apartment door, i.e. The Hall.