Never thought I’d be a wreck over a cat but I’ve been bawling for days. Got him in 2003 when he was 3 years old from the humane society, mostly because this girl I was dating loved cats and wanted one around when she was at my place. We went to the animal shelter to look at cats and I asked them if they had any that were already declawed… they left us standing back there with the cats while they checked things out and a cute girl came in to tend to them and she comes in saying KRRAAAAMER, he turned out to be one of the two who were already declawed. He was living in a little box of the space, I guess they couldn’t put him in the big cat room cause he didn’t play well with others. They said he had been some old lady that died’s cat first and then he had been adopted and brought back once or twice.
Anyways, he had a lot of personality, an asshole cat but very loving too. I’d like to say I took care of him but really he took care of me. See you on the flip side motherfuckah.