Anyways, this is what the site looked like in what was potentially the best time of my life…

As a kitten she was found in a dumpster, covered in Mustard. She was adopted by my roommates and I when I lived in the Mansion. (See 2 posts down.) She lived the rest of her life in an equally dramatic fashion. She got “Teen Pregnant” when she was one year old, had many lengthy disappearances and had to be bailed out of “Cat Jail” more than once. Over time the rest of her fathers moved out of the Mansion and as her last remaining original father I brought her with me when I left.

She was a lover and a fighter. Those were the only two emotions she had. When she fought she fought hard with teeth and claws and did not hold back. When she loved you there was no question about it…

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Whenever she jumped or ran by you she would make this little purr/chirping noise. Often while lying in bed at night I would hear this little noise and feel tiny footsteps on my legs. I’d lift up my blankets a little. She would crawl under the blankets and turn around. I would drop the blankets once more and she would sleep there on my chest, pushing her little cold, wet nose into my neck.

This was the last photo I took of her. Just a few days ago. It was to accompany these drawings of an automatic-cat-door I had dreamed up at work a few weeks back.

I think she lived a happy life. I really did love her a lot and I will really miss her.