yesterday i had to say goodbye to my first ever pet, the cat i chose from my cousin's cat's litter when i was only 3 years old. for the past almost 23 years, she has been my sidekick, following me around, meowing for me to brush her or pick her up, sleeping outside my room, and eating anything and everything off my plate that was safe for her. because of lockdown, i have been away from home and couldn't spend her last couple of months with her, or be there for her passing. that will hurt forever, but it was time.
i love you so, so much munchkin. the house isn't going to feel like home without you. i don't know it without you there.
sometimes you have to catch an escaped cat with all possible haste very much against their will and even though you're doing it in the name of keeping the silly thing from walking directly into harm you will get mauled for it
cats have no more than two (2) braincells at any given time, and they are only used for finding food and wandering directly into the worst possible place for them to be at any given moment