Frazzle and Chai

They were tiny when we adopted them, a so-called “bonded pair” (really just the rescue’s clever way of making sure we brought home two kittens). Frazzle was black and white, Chai a soft tortoiseshell dusted with pink. We watched them grow side by side—curling up on the bed together, grooming each other, finding a shared rhythm of play and long naps. Years later we lost Frazzle, and Chai mourned her quietly. Then came Harley, a whirlwind of kitten energy. Chai, at seventeen, mostly wants to nap, but Harley only wants to love and be loved. When illness slowed Chai, Harley stayed close, never leaving her side. The bond between cats mirrors the bond between people: in the end, presence is what matters most.