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My new friend and I played with each other a lot when they took us to the yard to have our run around. We played Chasey and Ambush and all the games I used to play with Stripy One and Two and Black Kitten. That was fun. Then they put us both in a new cage next to the wall. It's bigger than the other cages and there are two big boxes, one on top of the other. They put my new friend (I've started to call him Stripy Three) on top and I got the bottom one. I like this a lot better. We are both still sad but it's so much better to have a friend. Stripy Three is a bit smaller than me and he snuggles up to me and we fall asleep back-to-back. Sometimes one of us wakes up after a bad dream and the other one will wash his face. It makes it all seem bearable.