1. The greasy bubbles on the surface in the shape of the spatula that made them.

2. The crunch as the knife passes through the carrots. The clack as it hits the board underneath.

3. Boron has not been himself all day – the first time he’s not been his bright and cheerful self. He wants to be alone but we all – Carla and Lily included – keep checking on him. Then suddenly he appears by my side and takes up his usual evening position, in my laptop’s slipstream. He hugs my hand to his chest and purrs and purrs. His end might still be nigh but it’s lovely to have him back for a little while.

3b. His upper lip still carries two little scars from when he only had lower fangs, from his gurning days.