It’s rather hard to believe, but my big fluffball Packet turns seven years old today.
There aren’t many bright spots in my days, but one I can count on is that Packet will at some point hop up into my lap for a nose-boop and an extended chin-skritch session, his quiet purrs buzzing away like there’s no tomorrow.
He’s a delight to have here, and I hope we have many more years together.
