He protects me in the standoffish way that a true brother would.
He craves my affection the way a son would.
His feline ways are inherently feminine yet he spars with his chihuahua “sibling” like a true tomboy (tomcat?)
In the midst of the mosh pit that had become my life I was unable to care for Osiris despite my love and gratitude for him.
Now, I embrace the fact that loving people are caring for him until he can return home.