Wind talks to me, ever so gently tonight, and lets me know that MHJ is happy and coming home.
The sun is rising, he’s prancing around me, rubbing my rugged legs; happy to be home. I’m happy to see him.
“I see that you’ve had a good night. I hope you found what you need near; you must always come back. I love you - I think I will let you choose your own family. For now, I'm just happy you are here with me.”
After all, how does a tree go about finding a family for a cat?
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