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Terminal diagnosis this morning. She was this for me for over a decade. Always knew when I needed a purr and a cuddle. This fucking sucks.
That must have been some seriously bad bottled water
Microplastics at its finest
I really missed my deceased emotional support cat this week. (Don’t feel bad, he lived an excellent life and was happy. I hope I get to say the same years down the road.)
“Hey. Hey. I’m hungry. Hey. Hungry. Stop moping. Feed the cat. Hey. Cat. See the cat? Feed the cat. Hey.”
The orange cat stereotype is just too true.
Honestly, feeding a cat makes me happier. Seeing the cat happy makes me happy too. And the kitty munching up the cat food it loves :3
cat: You know what makes you feel better? feeding me! that ALWAYS cheers you up!
My cat would sweetly give me a nice hug with his claws and mouth.
I need this baby telling me it’s gonna be ok right now.
Seriously. My two doggos don’t know wtf is wrong, but they sense I’m freaked out right now.
Same.
“Cheer up, human. One day you’ll win at Counter Strike.”
Orange tabby: “pick up your head and feed me, hooman” LOL
