Camilla frowned even deeper. She did not like the confused, doubtful tone in his voice.
"Not just any cat," Camilla corrected him sharply, defending her beloved pet with fierce, passionate loyalty.
She dropped her arms to her sides. She began to describe her cat with deep, genuine love in her eyes.
"He is a magnificent, fat, bright orange tabby cat," Camilla described fondly, her voice turning incredibly soft and sweet. "He has beautiful white paws that look exactly like small little socks. He has a very soft, very warm belly."
She smiled a small, sad smile, remembering how much she missed him.
"He purrs incredibly loudly whenever I scratch him right behind his soft ears," Camilla continued, her eyes looking far away into the distance, completely lost in her happy memories. "He loves to sleep in the warm sunlight by the glass doors. He has always been by my side through everything. He is my only family."
