Yesterday we received Elliot's medical insurance card. I still find it surreal to see genuine documentation arriving in our mailbox with his name on it. It just seems odd to make up some name, give it to a creature that can't speak or read, and then suddenly have the world take him seriously as a human being.
It feels like we pulled something over on them.
But then, we still get credit card offers for the cat of the people who used to live here, Poopy Lickles.