02-28-2019, 05:29 PM
I'm looking out of my mom's living room window at the sunset. Skittle had taken to perching on the sill at night. I would pet him there. It's where we bonded most. Now I can see the marks he left on the window, nose and paw prints, forming two horizontal lines of smudges.
This cat still haunts me. He will haunt me forever.
This cat still haunts me. He will haunt me forever.
Shadow boxing the apocalypse

