My mom just told me the cutest and most sad thing.
I've been living away from home for awhile now, but today while I was talking to my mom she told me that my cat, Meer (Who I left at home because my parents dog would have been sad if Meer was gone) must be missing me lately.
I asked her what would make her think that, after all this time, and she said that lately, he's been going into what used to be my room (which now only contains a pile of stuff I still need to bring to my apartment) and slowly bringing all of my stuff upstairs.
Item by item, she's finding him cuddling upstairs with all of my old stuff. I cried. Poor Meer :(
