After my beloved cat, Ming Ming died, my parents were left with an emptier home. No more black furry blob to take your seat. No more black furry blob to make you pet her. No more black furry blob to hiss at you when you invaded her airspace (which was pretty much 2 ft away from her in any direction). How do you ask would we be able to fill this void? My parents came up with Basilio, their beloved basil plant.
Yes, they have people babysit and move it to the sunniest spots of our home. He's a spoiled plant. Recently, my parents have decided that he needs a friend. So they are getting a dill plant and are naming it Bob Dylan. My parents birth puns like no one's business. And their household is once again filled with organic happiness.
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