Today I had to put you to sleep, after nine years together. I am so glad I found such a handsome boy at the shelter, even if your Siamese ancestry led to 3am yowling outside the bedroom door. Everyone commented on your tiger-like markings. I called you my supermodel, because you were beautiful, demanding, skinny, and puke a lot. You were a lap cat, loving nothing more than cuddling for hours during netflix binges. Lulu and I will both miss you a lot, and hope that Cat Heaven is full of vanilla ice cream, CatDancers with purple feathers, dark enclosed napping places, and many laps for you to warm.
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