Pushkin’s in Love, Part Two

Pushkin’s in Love, Part Two

I THINK SHE

was always meant to be yours

, Jenny texted this afternoon after I sent her a photo to show her that Pushkin and Alora are now sharing a cage, each of them crunching on cucumber as happily as any married couple having lunch. I hope they have many happy years together

, she said.

Me too

, I replied.

It is late at night now, well past my bedtime, but I can’t resist checking on how they are getting on.

I creepy-creep into the living room, using my phone as a torch. There they are, side by side, both completely asleep. Pushkin and Alora. His floof keeping her warm amid the sawdust. Totally at ease, happily odd, perfectly wrong for each other, perfectly right.

And my boy is no longer alone.