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So, of course the moment I named him (Julius, for Orange Julius) and got attached (it took all of a day and he was here for two and a half) Nadia convinced Casey and she took the little guy away last night. wah. *sniff*

It's good, cause, big house, other kitties, kids who will love on him and play with him, and I can visit and see him as he grows up. But...wah. No more little furry orange Julius snuggling at my ear, leaping all crazy, making Aristotle get exercise, being all soft and little and cute...

It's good. It is.

Wah.