​As I write this, it is August 4th, in 2016. A Thursday. In 1998, it was a Tuesday. That was the day my two beloved children were born.

I wasn't there when it happened, I was at my grandmother's, helping with chores and staying overnight the night before. Mom called me there and said that our mother cat had her kittens sometime in the night. I rushed home to see them, and to name them.
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They were beautiful kittens, Josh all white, inherited from his father, with his mother's beautiful green gold eyes. Jacen inherited his mother's tabby patterns, but the Siamese coloration and blue eyes from somewhere in his father's line.
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​Scathach

​Little one, child of my waning years,
 
and my son's little sister.
 
Guardian of the loud war-cry.
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 Fifteen years we have lived in the same apartment,
 
Breathing each others' breaths,
 
Sharing warmth at bed time and waking time.