me and juju, 12112022.  the kid thrums my heartstrings. we're coming up to the culminating point and my birthday which in the past was made ambiguous by xmas and having by decree to visit my father. i remember him calling me friend, he was discomforted by the blood connection, but i would not exist if we were friends. i could have been imaginary, and there have been times i thought i was. sometimes i think of juju as a ghost cat like that.