Why do I feel happy when I'm with her? Her eyes: beautiful, her fur: sleek, and her smile: breathtaking. Whoa. There it is again! We grew up together… we've been through hell and back together… we took care of each other… Wait! I think… I think I get it! Where is she? I need to…
The tom closed his eyes for a moment. When he opened them he saw a silver tom looking at him. The other tom smiled at him. The calico swung his head around the yard. She was gone! He jumped up and scampered out of the yard. He wasn't sure where he was going, but he had to find her.
When we're together, I'm, happy. When we touch, it's dizzying. When we curl up, it's comforting. Yes! I've got it! How did it happen? I never expected it. Who does? But everything makes sense now. I love her. I have to tell her. There she is. She looks so peaceful, sitting there. Do I want to do this? O.k., take a deep breath. … Yes, I do. Here goes.
"I love you, Rumpleteazer."