I was flipping through some pictures from 2002 on our computer. I noticed that almost every thumbnail on every folder involved our cats, Sabrina and Sprite, or our dog, Maggie. Maggie died (of unnatural causes) while I was pregnant with Anna.
We still have the cats, but they no longer lounge about on the piano with gleaming black fur and shiny new collars. Since we started our family, the cats were put out and never let back in. I think they are actually happier that way. At least, that's what I tell myself.
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