I remembered my brothers and sisters, my littermates. While I never regretted crawling out of the box and into Harry Dresden's life, I missed them sometimes.
Even though they would be fully grown by now, just like me, I still pictured them as I last saw them. Puppies, tumbling all over each other and roughhousing every minute of the day.
I remembered them especially when Harry and Thomas were around. The two of them had a strange relationship, but as they grew closer I was reminded of my littermates more and more.
I hoped they remembered me just as fondly.