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October 2, 2001
He comes screaming towards me at full pace. Paws furiously flying as he makes a leaping dive onto my desk. Papers, CDs and yellow stickies go scattering about. The sound of sharp claws digging into the wood desktop. He stops just short of the edge, nuzzles my face and purrs like never before.

Where has he been all these hours?

We all go away for a while. Sometimes to hide from our trouble or pain. Other times to avoid that certain someone. And then once or maybe twice, because we need a break from the ordinary routine. To become ‘obscure’.