Some Background on Meow and King
Jeff and Julie are staying with my ex-husband, Jack, on the Upper East Side for a few days. The brownstone is quiet but not without the occasional thump of King’s water bowl or Meow’s impressive leaps from sofa to sofa. During her last visit, one of my favorite clients, Rachel, brought a large peacock feather for Meow and a squeaky rubber banana for King. They were both ecstatic to receive these gifts. I haven’t seen King so excited over a new toy since he was a puppy. Meow, too, seemed younger and more nimble as she wrestled with the feather. I couldn’t help but be reminded of how many years have gone by.
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