u/FoxEatsButter

Buldak + BBQ pork + egg + everything bagel seasoning + chives

Schnitzel with gravy, potatoes with gravy, and cauliflower with 'groente saus'.

And pineapple Fanta and Diet Coke.

Then went home and passed out.

Born outside in March and brought inside in July of 2010. My BFF.

This is amazing.

I went back to the shelter 3 times just to look at this devilishly handsome and disheveled boy.

They claim he's 4 years old, but the scars on him indicate those 4 years have been difficult.

He was found with a feral cat colony, trapped, fixed, and released. He was too friendly and trapped again.

Every time I've been to the shelter these past 2 weeks, he's been there.

Healing and waiting for a life he's never known.

A life where he's safe and loved and cared for.

His nose appears to have been cut through, probably from the claw of another cat. He has severe scarring behind both of his ears. His bottom half had to be shaved due to the matting. And his ear, tipped.

A broken tooth and a second grade heart murmur.

He loves cuddling. He loves his head and behind his jowls scratched. He likes to play with laserpointers. He likes my other cats. He's very vocal and chirps and purrs a lot. He drools when he's happy. He kneads the air when I scratch his back.

Please meet Dr. Vincent "Fancypants" DeNozo.

I've been craving Alfredo and my boyfriend really delivered. That man can cook.

Bumpy cake from the local grocery store, Blue Bunny soft strawberry ice cream, dark and white chocolate hagelslag, and whipped cream.

Nah, it's Strawberry Pretzel Salad.

The first time was on September 22nd 2015.

You immediately caught my eye as I saw you sitting in your litter box in that cage. Hiding, small, trying to be ignored. Your information leaflet said your name was Blizzard and you were 4 and a half years old. Found on the street severely ill. I walked away, you seemed so frightened.

I kept circling back to you though and then I really wanted to meet you.

When the staff brought you in and handed you to me, I knew you were mine. You were so scared you shoved your head under my chin and completely flattened yourself out. I was asked a million times if I was sure I wanted to adopt you.

Yes, I'm sure.

A cardboard box was given to me containing a new part of my heart. It said "Blizzard" on the side. You were free because you weren't a kitten. I felt bad so I bought a t-shirt in the gift shop.

I brought you to your new home. You didn't seem like a "Blizzard" at all. You were slower. Your fur a creamy color. I named you Butter.

You hid a lot. You were scared for months. But then whenever I would watch TV, you'd keep coming closer. And closer. And closer. As time passed you seemed more relaxed and sure of yourself.

It took a year for you to learn how to meow or purr. I cried the first time you did both.

You would chase me around the house. You would bite my hand ever so gently when you wanted me to stop touching you. You would lay beside me and touch your paw to my lips when you wanted me to pet you. You would bite my hand so I would scratch your head.

And you were still scared sometimes but you always came to me for comfort. You were scared of storms and television and computer screens and brooms.

A few weeks ago you started having a hard time getting up. You seemed so weak all of a sudden. So fragile. You looked older, paler. My beautiful boy.

They told me you were severely anemic and that you may not improve because of your age. But you wanted to fight and so did I. So we tried, didn't we?

Butter, my love.

Born: Sometime in February 2011.

Chosen: September 22nd 2015.

Loved eternally: April 17th 2026.

Today, a cardboard box was handed to me. The unprepared postal worker realised what he was holding as he brought you over to me. He said he was sorry as I walked past a line of people. I didn't know I could cry this much.

For all the ways I failed you, I'm sorry. For all the kisses and cuddles you didn't want sometimes as you would push me away with your paw, I'm not.