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  • Roundcat (edited 3 years ago)

    My cat Buttons. I had him since I was 5 years old, and because my family moved around a lot, and I was not very good at making friends, he was probably my best friend through out most of my childhood.

    The cat scavenged like he was raised by raccoon (and I swear he has fought and won against them before) yet at the same time carried himself like royalty. When we got other pets, he always managed to get them to do his dirty work like knocking down our garbage, stealing food from our table, and ganging up on neighborhood pets that bothered him. I swear he was a fucking crime lord.

    Yet at the same time, he was always there when I was feeling down. He always seemed to know when I needed to be cheered up, and would come lie on my lap whenever I was sad or depressed. He didn't like to be pet too often, but during those times it was always okay.

    He was both and indoor and an outdoor cat. He would always follow me to my school's bus stop, He usually went outside when I went out, and he would always hunt wild birds and bring them to our doorstep.

    Sadly, He died during my second semester of college. I'm not religious or anything, but I like to think if there is a heaven, he's knocking down God's trashcans and stealing his heavenly rotisserie chicken.