Back home, letting sunlight swing around and fill the living room with heat to liquidify a coconut oil jar’s contents, but still open the patio sliding door to let out a few flies. I let the cat know I missed her perching within reach and soaking up tributes. She’s tolerant, and seems not to mind.

A small black cat, with its eyes closed in pleasure as a person's hand strokes its fur, rests atop a gray duvet in soft morning light

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