After heading to my old apartment to gather up the few leftover bags and boxes, an old friend trotted up to me, curled around me legs, and meowed like a psycho.
She was saying goodbye.
Miraculously, the half-cat, half-bobcat soon emerged as well. While he didn't get as close (he never does - maybe it's because he's 50% WILD? I don't know. I still don't know that he's half-bobcat or if my neighbor was messing with me), he definitely knew that a kind of finality was going down.
Bye kitties! I'll miss you and your shenanigans!