Well, both Yuka and the kittens left my house on the 10th. Yuka left her earrings, but all that was left of the kittens was some milk that I promptly tossed. It was surprising how affected I was by handing over the kittens. Pragmatism and reality can only get you so far. I did what I needed to, what was best, but my emotions didn’t feel like agreeing for a solid five hours. And then I got back from work and my house was almost yawning in its emptiness.
I’m better now (the 12th). But still sad about it all.