answer:Cats, right? Well my big fella waiting for me back home is super friendly, more the personality of a dog than a cat, really. He loves new people and we like to tell the story about how he harassed the piano tuner. Licked his face while he was underneath the piano, and pulled tools out of his belt with his teeth. He’s a weird cat. I was a lot closer with his sister, but she passed away this summer. She was something special for sure. It sounds cheesy but I swear she knew when I was sick. She was always “there” for me in a way that nobody else could exactly provide. I felt her love so strongly as she was quite different from her brother and was actually pretty picky about her company. It was an honor to have been “chosen” by her – I was her favorite. She was half abyssinian too, a very pretty type of cat. Here’s an album I put together of her pics soon after she died. I miss her a whole lot.