#awildcale

When I sleep I dream of claws and teeth. It’s okay, they belonged to a kitten. He tells me he's​ hungry. Please wake up? Or I’ll bunny kick your head.

No. I will never become someone who sees a black cat and overlook them. The panther of the house and lawn. The intensity of those dark coats and bright eyes. Because he was the worst panther ever.

He was clumsy and noisy. He claimed the couches, but not my bed. He couldn't stand on fences because he would fall off them. He didn't care for cat trees either. But he loved bells and string, and he was scared of mice.

And he loved me. 

I can always tell by the way he ran to me when I came home, even though he had food in his bowl. 

By the way he groomed me (he tried) and reserved his slow blinks for me. 

By the way he put up with me when I gave him unnecessary hugs and forehead kisses.

He tried to hold conversations with me often with many meows, and when I was sick or sad he would be there for me in his own unique way. 

I'm sorry for your loss, I can honestly tell you after years and years you won't forget.

I honestly don't keep track because it always feels like yesterday that he gave me his last lick to my nose. You won’t forget because she was your baby, your heart, not anything but everything. 

If you’ve seen “ She and Her Cat: Everything Flows “