I miss the female human. I miss cuddling up in bed with her at night (the male human comes to bed too late). I miss cuddling in the mornings when the male human brings her tea. I miss our evenings spent under the tatsu. But all is not lost. The male human tells me she is due to arrive back on the 28th, so long as Heathrow airport doesn't succumb to the snow...
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