I’m figuring he needs me to reveal another one of his Scooby snack locations, or some other problem in the flat he needs me to resolve. But a minute into the call, I realize he’s just calling to say hello. We’re chatting along and suddenly he offers up that he misses me.
I miss him too. The comfort of someone you know. I laugh, how we bicker with each other, but the reality is we’re quite warm together. He asks if I am serious about moving to continental Europe. “Why do you want to come with me?”, I ask. “Maybe”, is his reply.
My absence has given Tiger some space to think and realize how cold the world can be alone and perhaps some time to reflect on our own relationship. I’m happy he called and happy that he appears to be reflecting on things. He’s a good kid in his heart and he’s my little brown cub.