i know it's wrong, that i'm gone away so long.

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my cat, figment, died last night. my dad called me about an hour after it happened to break the news. i think i was in second grade when we adopted her. and i was probably about 8, and she was 1. 17 years seems like a pretty good life for a cat. i miss her terribly. she had health issues, as all old cats do, with her kidneys, but other than that she has always seemed like a lively young adult cat. and i'm happy to know she lived a long happy life, and like to think of this as a conscious decision on her part that she was just...old enough. she died in our home with my father petting her, and i'm sad i couldn't be there with her, but i'm glad that he was. she really was the best cat to ever exist, and i'm not just saying that because i'm biased. anyway. here she is:



likes:
- potato chips.
- discarded receipts.
- laps (jeans only).
- stepping on the newspaper.
- only drinking water from floating candles.

dislikes:
- faucets.
- small children hands.

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