I lived on a farm. we had about 30+ cats. hard to pick a favorite, but as a farm kid you find them.
one day favorite cat disappears. don’t see them for weeks, turns to months, etc.
five years later, as a teen I go to a party at a friends house. sitting in their basement drinking a beer when a cat jumps in my lap.
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I look at the party host and ask if they got their cat about 5 years ago. “yeah, she just showed up and my sister wanted to keep her. why?” “no reason.”
I pet on my cat the whole party and never saw it again.
my point is, just because you can’t see them anymore doesn’t mean they’ve forgotten you.
have some little ones on my knuckles from recent cats, but my only large scar was from my childhood cat.
RIP Rover, went outside one day and never came back 🥲
edit: I’m just now realizing people IRL probably think I did self harm to get that scar lmao
I don’t think anyone sees one single old scar and thinks self harm.
I lived on a farm. we had about 30+ cats. hard to pick a favorite, but as a farm kid you find them.
one day favorite cat disappears. don’t see them for weeks, turns to months, etc.
five years later, as a teen I go to a party at a friends house. sitting in their basement drinking a beer when a cat jumps in my lap.
itsmycat.jpg
I look at the party host and ask if they got their cat about 5 years ago. “yeah, she just showed up and my sister wanted to keep her. why?” “no reason.”
I pet on my cat the whole party and never saw it again.
my point is, just because you can’t see them anymore doesn’t mean they’ve forgotten you.
I used to volunteer at a cat shelter, I know how you feel
it’s a fair assumption because I… uh… do…