Six years ago today, Keegan called me and was like So do you want a cat, we found this little trashy one going through garbage and sassing people on Division. I was like Yeah! I had her drop her off at my house because I was at the Zombie Walk. Upon arriving home I came upon the silliest little patchwork kitten who /wouldnt stop talking and talking and talking/. I decided to name her after the holiday season and after a cat in a manga my sisters and I had recently read. Combative, sweet, and fiercely loyal, she was immediately weirdly attuned to my feelings, especially how alone and sad I was at the time, since it was my first time having moved out at 18, and I was living in a shitty party house on Wealthy in Eastown with awful roommates. She was always cuddling me and after my affection all while willingly offering hers in return. One night, she crawled under my arms to cuddle and sleep. In the morning, I woke up to her still sleeping there. I literally started to cry and she was like What? MA ARE YOU OK WHAT IS IT SHUT UP ARE YOU HURT CAN YOU STOP DO YOU NEED SOMETHING. Right as I went to make this post she crawled into my arms and started to doze and purr. Shes a dramatic, aggressive, somewhat self-involved, zany little sensitive child (like her mom!) and sometimes she can be stubborn, hellbent, vindictive, and impossible as hell (again, like her mother -___-) but she is one of my best friends and has been there for me through everything, the definition of Ride Or Die. I dont know what my life would have been without her, it feels good to exist with a constant who is a kindred spirit, a little creature thats as intense and loving yet batshit as me. I LOVE YOU HALLOWEEN SHAMPOO!
Posted on: Thu, 30 Oct 2014 14:59:10 +0000
Trending Topics
Recently Viewed Topics
© 2015