so there's nothing quite like waking up and being told your fluffy, sweet, adorable cat got run over last night.
ben and dad found him this morning when they were leaving to work on bees :(
i feel really bad because i didn't spend a lot of time with him lately... and it sounds stupid because he's a cat but i don't care
the last time i spent with him was yesterday morning and i was shooing him away from my other cat. laura's nice, isn't she?
he was a stray that came up to the house and wouldn't ever leave and he was always really friendly
he always put up with little bit playing with him, he was always so fat but always had so much energy
like while we're eating dinner we'll hear thuds and it's him on the porch chasing his tail or something
he was aallllwwaayyyysss hungry... never could eat enough... he'd let you know when it was time for food, fo'sho
i always made fun of him and called him gay because he and skitty were so affectionate and in the winter time they'll cuddle when it's cold and then sometimes they even gave each other massages and it was really funny... so i called them gay
i don't like when things die... i absolutely hate it. i'm so extreme about it that i don't even kill bugs
poor stripes :( RIP <33
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