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Setup: Conrad and Esmerelda have just discovered their cat, Stash, cat-napped.
I admit it, I cried.
Conrad cried too, though in a more refined, masculine sort of way. I bawled like a baby, sitting on the tailgate of the Jeep.
"I should never have left him," I sobbed.
"We," Conrad corrected. "We should never have left him."
"You had things on your mind. You were concocting a plan. I ... I was his mother."
A fresh wash of tears poured down my face.
Conrad comforted me in one of the only two ways he knows how. He petted my hair affectionately, absently, as if I were a large dog he was rather fond of. In the beginning of our relationship I found this habit insufferably annoying. Now I found it endearing.
(The second method he has of comforting me would not have been appropriate at this time.)