For the longest time, my evenings with my cat, Milo, followed a predictable pattern. I’d come home from work, greet him with a scratch behind the ears, and then settle onto the sofa. He’d curl up nearby, and we’d exist in a state of comfortable, quiet companionship. It was nice, but lately, a sense of guilt had started to creep in. Was this quiet life enough for him?
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