we got in last night after a difficult flight (baby of maybe 12-14 months, screeching and cawing and crying for four hours with hardly any breaks … dear baby, I nearly joined in …) and this one crawled into my lap the moment I sat down, licked my nose, and held me tight. meanwhile our older sir just purred and purred for hours, purred while eating, purred while in the litter pan, purred while his people got into bed, and then settled, purring, in a spot where he could watch over us. that soft buzz still audible at 1 am, his eyes gleaming in darkness. it’s good to be home. here’s to more licks and love in 2019.