One year ago, my ride or die was in full skeleton mode. Months earlier he started losing weight and no matter what I did I couldn’t stop it. Here, Jeffrey, have five roasted chickens! And the next day he’s down another pound. How come you were so amazing and irreplaceable? It’s been a meowtain of madness since you left. It’s a whole mess and you would be so over it. Dude, I miss your chin hugs and your condescending looks so much! I miss us. I miss you!
… Cut to 2026, we’re overrun with cats because we let the feral cat Jeffrey’s sequel fell in love with have her cats here. It’s February, the babies are pushing 10 months, we have five more babies and I’m grateful the feral momma cat had enough sense to choose my visible path as her death bed. I mean, she had full body seizures on my kitchen floor and couldn’t be saved but at least I know what happened. In other news, we haven’t seen Jeffrey’s sequel, The Kitten, in close to a month now.
Nothing about any of it has felt ok at all since the day we lost Jeffrey but we keep moving, right? In the last couple days since I updated this post, I managed to adopt out a cat and everything seemed normal enough when you need to unload some cats until after the guy showed up and left with a cat in a carrier I donated. Listen, we have more to be concerned with here than appearances and this guy said and sent things that had me going to bed armed and I don’t scare easily.
Always something…
So, I miss you both now…
