As Told by Casper
Casper Julien Burchnell - son of Nicole and Tom, feline journalist, and spectral reporter extraordinaire.
Feline Journalist - Spectral Reporter
Tom swears they met in high school. Nicole has no memory of this. As a journalist of integrity, I must report both accounts, but the evidence favors Nicole's version - which is that it didn't happen.
Nicole was at Kennesaw State. Tom was finishing up at UGA. They reconnected, and this time, Nicole remembered. The rest of us have been hearing about it ever since.
This is where the story gets good. Nicole brought home two perfect cats - me and my sister, Cinder. We arrived before the humans even moved in together, which honestly says everything about Nicole's priorities.
Tom relocated to Atlanta. They got a place together. The humans called it love. I would later call it a warm lap and consistent feeding schedule.
Two humans, two cats, and a lot of faith. They packed up Atlanta and moved to New York City. I had reservations about the square footage, but the windowsill situation exceeded expectations.
A global pandemic. A small apartment. Two remote workers. Two cats who suddenly had 24/7 access to their humans. For the record, I thrived. If your relationship can survive quarantine in a New York apartment, it can survive anything.
A new cat. I have feelings about this, but I'm reporting from the other side now, so I'll keep them professional. He's fine. He's a little much. Cinder tolerates him, which is the highest praise she gives.
Central Park. Under a tree in Nicole's favorite shade of yellow. Fall views everywhere. Tom asked. Nicole said yes. I watched from somewhere between the clouds and the branches, and for once, I had no editorial notes.
Wythe Hotel. Brooklyn. The city they've made their own. Expect good food, great music, and a whole lot of love. I'll be there in spirit - probably knocking something off a table.