The two are as gentle and caring with each other as they are with me, and the one with blue eyes makes a funny sound when I lick his face. I like it best when they hold and stroke me, and let me sleep between them on the big soft place. I don’t like when the thing they call a door is closed and I can’t get inside, but they always fuss over me when they open it again.
They brought something new to our home. It smells like the outside, and shiny things hang from it that I can play with and make them fall, but the two don’t get angry with me when I do.
They call us a family. I don’t know what that means, but I feel safe when we are together. I don’t like when they go away every day and leave me home alone. I miss them so much and am afraid I will never see them again, but they always come back to feed and play with me, and when they do, they say, “We love you, Cocoa.” I don’t know what it means, but I like the way it sounds when they say it.