Who else but Claudia would have let me ride her mop while she cleaned?
Who else would’ve forgiven me for scratching through her nice pants?
Who else would have patiently calmed me down that time I accidentally turned on the radio?
I guess part of growing up is learning how to say goodbye to close friends, but I was a mess when it came time to part with Claudia. I couldn’t even face the camera. If I want people to treat me like I’m 28 in cat years, I guess I should keep a stiff upper lip (I have no other option, in that regard), and promise to keep in touch.
