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My cat lets me pick him up.
I mean really pick him up.
Hold him in the air, put him on my shoulder like a baby, carry him on my shoulder like a boombox.
You name it, he lets me do it.
I don’t remember when I first tried. I don’t remember when he first allowed me.
But I’ve had him for 5 years and I can’t remember a time when it wasn’t like this.
Some things are like that.
Integral and super joyful parts of your life that escape a start date.
What gifts.
No lesson here.
Just something nice to think about.
Maestro out.