I cry every time I see this project I made in memory of the cat I got for my 16th birthday. She was 3 years old. Update 6/24/25: I think Pickles died recently. My kittens have started attacking my legs at night, and not just my feet. Pickles’ spirit might be lingering in my house. Rest in peace, Pickles. I miss you. I’m sorry my mom did this to you. —May 9, 2024—December 27, 2024
My outdoor cat is missing. Idk if she just ran away thinking I stopped loving her or if she died from hypothermia. I searched around the whole yard and still couldn’t find her. She was part calico and part tortoiseshell. My mom decided that snow would be plenty of water for her.
