I moved away from TN in 2010 with the intention of bringing my cat with me to New England as soon as I could. Then my roommate screwed me over and I ended up living with someone who was allergic. Then my cat died before I made it back to see her again, and I didn't find out until my mom told me on my first trip back. (What the ****?
) I wouldn't have even gone back to that hellhole if I'd known she had died.
She was my best, most supportive friend for a long time and I still miss her desperately.
Today I'm helping my friend adopt a cat. I'm excited, because she's never had a cat before and I'm going to be the go-to catsitter.
Also, the last time I catsat was awesome