Say hi to Lemmy, Lionel!
I once dated a girl who had the tiniest little kitten. Like half the size of this kitten.
But for some reason, the kitten hated men. Our theory was that after the girl I was dating leaves the house, and her mom leaves the house, that her stepdad was doing something abusive to the kitten.
So it would hiss at me whenever I came over.
I picked her up, and put her in my open palmed hands at she hissed and hissed until she got tired, and fell asleep in my hands. Then she purred and purred, and 10 minutes later she woke up and hissed some more.
We ended up breaking up, so I never got to gain that kittys trust. I miss that little furball of hate.
A friend of mine had a devoted cat that absolutely HATED everyone who wasn’t her owner. And I do mean everyone. You never met Suna, but that doesn’t matter. She had a huge, black heart with plenty of room to specifically hate you as an individual.
I adored that little ball of hatred, and was delighted t9 learn that among all people, she hated me the most. I built her a cat tower, and she’d stand on top of it hissing at me for hours if we let her.
I was heartbrokenwhen she died, but take comfort knowing she’s mauling angels now.
This is a perfect cat eulogy
Had me in the first half, ngl 🥹🥺😭
Kitten!
Beautiful kitty!!😍
