people are just gonna think i’m stupid when i say that my cat taught me about a whole new level of love, but like i’d never loved something as intensely as i loved my cat, which maybe is pathetic or something, i dunno.
but i dont even know how other people saw him because to me he was really obviously perfect. it wasn’t infatuation because it never burned out. like watching him chew a birds organs didnt gross me out and i didn’t just try to avoid thinking about it. it just fell in as another perfect thing that he does. perfect sleeping, perfect meowing, perfect pooping, perfect eating. i just loved everything he did and his company was everything i needed during the day and i just never got sick of him being around.
i’ve been going on and on about him for the past week and i’m sure i’m annoying half of you and the other half think i’m a loser, so i’ll try to make this the last rambling post about him.
but yeah. that cat was probably the best thing thats happened to me. i’m sure better things will come eventually, but for now, he’s set the bar.
My cat is laying at the foot my my bed, so I put my feet on him for warmth and now he’s licking my toes and I can feel him purring through his ribcage. God, if heaven isn’t populated entirely by cats, I don’t know what heaven is.