How stupid am I. I found the papers for the cats, today. The crazy old lady at the SPCA "Kitty City" had told me that Dunhill was 8, and I never actually double-checked. He was born in mid-December, 2008. He was 10. I am not going to get as much time with him as I thought, and I am shocked by that. I guess we'll have fewer dances to soul music, he and I. Silver is two, just like I thought.
Dunhill is by far the best thing in my life, at the moment. New girlfriend would agree, I'm sure.
Dunhill is by far the best thing in anybody-who-he-has-met's life. He's like if there was a "joy" infinity stone, and I have that stone, and that stone sleeps on my bed.
Silver has not done well with all the people who have passed through, but Dunhill is mine. He doesn't care as long as he can plant his butt against my hip at 2 AM.
I thought he was 8.