I had every intention of typing something that waxed poetic. Something that'd cause you all to cry tears of pleasant, home-hitting joy, possibly feel nostalgic, and make you all feel awesome. I might have even won a Pulitzer for it.
But then my cat came to sit on my laptop's keyboard, and she sat there for like twenty minutes, and when she got up, all inspiration was gone.
It's okay. Mia's display was adorable, and I don't want to win a Pulitzer anyway. Who wants an award named after the guy who was after a bunch of newsies, anyway?
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