The Teenager sent me a text today, requesting that I include one specific item in her next care package...
...yeah, I don't think that's gonna happen. Sorry, baby girl; I guess you'll just have to give him some extra snuggles when you come to see us at Thanksgiving.
As an aside, how she is ever able to cuddle with that cat without him chewing her face off is beyond me. Seriously, we love Finn to death but he has not been the same since he died on the vet's table and was resuscitated. He's all Pet Semetary and shit, so, to cuddle with The Teenager, and to look that content to do so, is a minor miracle.
There is no possibility of him ever showing me that kind of affection, is what I'm saying.
Also, I'm sure he misses The Teenager just as much as she misses him.