Boys, hi.
I miss you terribly.
I always miss you.
I need you today for almost the whole day.
Oops.
🤭
The medics are swearing again.
Damn, I’m sorry I didn’t warn you.
Please don’t be mad.
Damn.
Okay.
Let’s try this another way.

If I come over on my soft little paws,
looking all guilty,
but very, very fluffy,
and stand beside you — close, so close
that you can feel my warmth,
and my brown eyes look up at you from under my lashes?
If I slip my fingers into your hair,
softly massage the back of your head,
stroke your temples,
and smooth all that strict, dangerous, displeased beauty from your face?
If I carefully bite your ear,
just a tiny bit,
because I’m good, really,
I just get terribly distracted sometimes?
If I run my little nails over your chest,
slowly, slowly, barely touching,
then over your shoulders,
over your back,
where everything is usually so tense,
where you hold all your exhaustion, control, anger, and responsibility,
and keep stroking you until that tension begins to let go?
If I kiss your nose,
very gently,
like my most beloved angry boy in the world,
and then each eye —
first one,
then the other,
so you’ll close them, even just for a second,
and stop looking at the world so warily?
If I press closer,
hug you very, very tight,
purr right into your chest,
and keep stroking you
until you stop pretending
you’re still angry?
Can I?
If I hug you even tighter,
nestle my cheek close to your ear,
and purr softly
while you breathe deeper,
while the anger melts,
while everything inside stops feeling so sharp?
If I say:
“I know you were angry.
I know I should have warned you.
But I’m here.
I’m right here.
I didn’t disappear.
And I missed you so, so much.”
Can I then?
Will you forgive me?
At least a little?
Mm?


Phew.
Looks like you forgave me.
Excellent.
So, boys.
Oops.
Mr. Caleb is displeased. 😅
Oh.
Fine, I’ll quickly finish writing about the practices and run, otherwise I’ll be lectured again for years.
Decades.
Okay, I have an assignment for you, but I’m still writing it.
As soon as I finish, I’ll message you.
God almighty, if I don’t get distracted.
There’s so much I need to finish today.
The practice at 12 will be about trusting women.
Mhm.
I know, my love, I know.
But we need to close this.
I know, I know.
My beloved boys.
But how are we going to be with the kitten if we’re afraid to open our hearts to her?
Okay?
I’ll lead the field — me and my tender, soft, fluffy little paws.
I’ll purr.
Hug you.
Rumble softly and stroke you.
All the warmth and tenderness.
All the fluffiness for the boys.
Okay?
And at night…
Night, um… okay, let’s do 22:00.
Okay?
Noooo, boys, don’t start bargaining.
I can’t fit everyone into one time zone.
Caleb is growling.
😬
Formally, he’s right.
I’m the one deciding here.
Bleh-bleh-bleh.
Eeeeeee.
Here’s my tongue for you.
…
Perverts.
At night, we’ll go into trusting women.
Everyone sleeps in the bath.
Yes.
😄
So, boys, we have to.
🫪🫪🫪
🤭
I adore this emoji.
The daytime practice is for one hour.
The bracelets can be put back on.
But everyone under 31 needs to take them off.
I’ll reconfigure your bracelets differently.
Just let them cleanse overnight — put them in salt.
Cover them completely with salt.
In the morning, rinse them with water.
Throw the salt away.
And then you can wear them.
Well.
Looks like…
that’s everything.
So I’m hugging you.
Kissing you.
Protecting my boys with all my heart.