Hugh stands on guard for thee.
I didn’t leave the apartment today. It was one of those days. I was having ‘those’ days every day for the first month or so, but now they’re less frequent. But when they happen, I avoid people and prefer the company of Mister Hugh, from whom I derive great comfort, the kind of comfort that only a companion of (David’s for) 15 years can bring. Last night I slept on the floor beside Hugh’s makeshift cat bed (a bathmat, pillow, and towel) so I could reach out and touch his fur.