“To get the full value of joy you must have someone to divide it with.”
Yes, one can divide their joy with other human beings.
Or with a cat.
Just before I took this photograph, Gibbs buried his face under my left bicep, into the armpit, kneading a couple of ribs. He was having a “you-left-me-all-alone-again-and-I-really-really-really-missed-you” moment. Ziva had obviously not been a comfort to Gibbs today other than with the drone of her inconsistent, pug-like snoring.
So, there we sat.
The two of us.
Gibbs dividing his kneaded, comforted joy with me, the human.
The human dividing her cuddled, caressed joy with him, the cat.
Both of us knowing Twain’s full value of a three-letter word.