He's still new... and so he's what I write about, for the most part. He's there. *shrug* It doesn't change any of what went before, doesn't change the basics... it's just news.

It's what is on my mind.

Right now my lap feels oddly empty, because I expect a boy to be curled up with his head resting there, or his legs draped over it, or just sitting in my lap, purring and looking content.

Dammit.

Malkov, c'mere... I need a cat to pet.