This morning when you woke up, you turned in bed to hug Remy closer to you but when you reached for him, it was nothing but an empty.

When you get up and go down stairs, you can already hear Remy's Cajun accent filling the kitchen. He was standing in the middle of the kitchen, a pot of coffee brewing and all three of your cats on him. He kisses the side of one of their heads while he cradles the other in his arms and the other is curled up on his shoulder.

He was such a softie. He loves his cats. "Vous trois, vous êtes des fauteurs de troubles." He says to the cats as he leans against the counter and lets them crawl all over him.

He notices you walk into the kitchen and his smile widens. "Care to join the fun Cher? Mon amour est infiniment plus grand pour toi." She grins at you lovingly and motions you over with his head.