An ode to Nuts and Honey

I miss my cats. I think about them when I am sitting in my little apartment working on my laptop, or when I am eating my oatmeal in the morning. They have been a part of my every day for the past 12 years, and now we are apart.
Today I visited other cats in a Haarlem café. A few were crazy, and a few others were cuddly. But none were Nuts and Honey.