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 Kitten move his girlfriend last March. When I first wrote this I had just adopted out a cat to someone who chose to go home and expose himself to me through texts and (grosst) photos and that was horrible terror of not being able to handle his behavior but also need to still exist inside my own home and ensure the safety of Nyx. I screamed everything I needed to scream to confirm the cat was safe. It’s been so much. My whole house needs to be seen to at this point again. And I’m not 30 anymore. I can’t understand how letting this cat who was watching us through a roof window could make such an impact on our lives.
This this thing that I thought I was doing was never supposed to be this hard. It was never expected to carry on for more than a few months. I mean, how can someone not want to have a cat there for constant love and reassurance?
So, I miss you both now…
