Ex Pat Mamma

Tuesday, January 31, 2006

Somewhere along the way, I lost a post

Er pupo, my beloved, is flourishing. The boy who would wail and whine and cry and moan until I held him during our winter vacation has now moved on. I rush home from work at 4pm, scoop him up into my arms, feed him, cuddle him, play with him, clean him and... the whole time his big blue eyes follow his father around the room. And should his father leave the room, he stares at the door. Well, thanks, buddy.

Bah humbug. I know ginger tomcats with more loyalty.


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