The daughter of our neighbor’s runaway cat, she has always been small and timid. My first cat I’ve owned on my own.
Two layers of moist chocolate cake frosted with chocolate buttercream, surrounded by KitKats, and covered in crushed Oreos and M&Ms.
Toasted French bread soaked in milk, eggs, sugar, and flavoring and baked.
They were inseparable until Summer passed away from FIP.
Nana still goes looking in my sister’s room to try to find the girl who raised her, even though my sister died a year and a half ago.
Milky has a way of warming up faster to people who turn out to be really good friends to me.
Milky was born of our neighbor’s calico and an unknown father, but almost exactly matches a purebred ragdoll.
Nana belonged to my sister who passed away of cancer last year. Now, she is very special to the family and almost seems an embodiment of my sister’s spirit.
Summer and her brother Sammy like to sleep in the bathtub.