My parents’ cat (well, really my cat. But only sortof) died yesterday. She was only 9.
RIP, Allie. I loved the sideways cat game and your “cottonballs of death”.
You were very good at being an invisible black cat on top of a crinkly bag. Or paper. Or box.
I know you didn’t like me much, but I liked you. And your fat cheekies.
❤ your kittenface.