I was getting changed one day and left my worn green shirt with black polka dots on the bed. I must’ve had Gabby for a few months at that point. I liked him but was still afraid of cats and was adjusting to claws, sudden movements and the house being less clean.

Gabby loved sitting on the bed and staring out the window. He sniffed my shirt and sat on it when the rest of the bed was empty. In that moment, I realised he loved me.