We missed him, and Chango and Foo, too. We knew he would be safe, happy, cared for, while we were away. And we knew he would grow, as kittens do. But we couldn't be sure if he would be the same, if he would still be sweet natured, have a mop of fluffy, disarrayed fur, if he would be still a kitten, silly, playful, if he would remember us. Foo is still Foo, and Chango is still our old man Grandpa cat, and Neo Cairo Nepenthes is still a kitten, and all the good that entails. And he grew, which is also good.