Stories live in our home. Not expressed in words,
but in soft paw prints, golden glances and a warm body against your chest.
There are four of them now - each with their own role,
their own voice, their own place in our hearts.
Nicolaj came first.
A king in silence, soft of fur, wise of gaze.
He didn't have to say anything to be home.
His quietness defined the space. His presence was natural.
Kenji followed.
A second son, light and lively, a playful soul.
He lived as if he knew it would be short.
His tracks are small but deep. His absence palpable.
And yet... always present in memory and heartbeat.
Mio is here now.
Small, calm, gentle.
He lowered himself onto my chest and said without words:
"I'm here. I belong here."
He plays, but not up front.
He lives, but from softness.
He is the new occupant of the cat throne - not as successor,
but as its own soul, with its own light.
Lucky guards the whole thing.
Always on the move, cheerful, loyal.
The crazy note in the soft chord.
He brings things to life
and reminds us that love does not have to be perfect to feel complete.
No ordinary pets live here.
Here live souls who found their place,
together,
with us,
forever.
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