I’m doing ya’ll a favor, a pretty huge one. In just sharing one picture.

One picture is hard to share when you have a bazillion adorable pics of the cutest orange tabby’s that ever existed. In the entire Universe.

The above is an average, everyday scene. These two are always together. I don’t think they can handle being apart for more than a few minutes — after that, they send out their call to locate where the other is.

Nap time finds them snuggled up together, paws touching — constantly touching.

There was something in particular about this scene that stole my heart. I stopped and watched them for a while. Captivated by how in sync their breath was. The perfection of their little orange bodies.

Companionship, People. This is it right here. If we think our animals don’t seek true, loving companionship, we need to think again. Long and hard. Obviously they love and they, too, form long lasting bonds.

I didn’t want two cats. That should have been my red flag. I should have known that when you shout, NO!, to The Universe — The Universe hears a resounding, YES!. Because a declaration of what you don’t want is still inviting that unwanted thing in.

My error was in not being clear enough to say: Universe, please send me ONE adorable orange cat. Instead, for some odd reason, I kept telling The BF that come hell or high water, we absolutely would NOT be a three animal household.

Four days later, we had two cats. Right. So much for that plan.

And of course, I can’t imagine life any other way. We were meant for each other. My wise furry teachers. Who show me everyday what love is.