as of 23 may, it’s been two years since I adopted mimas.
she’s gone from being the scraggliest cat, the last one at the pound before they closed:
to the cat who only came out at night and sat between the bannister and the wall all day:
to the cat who sat behind the bed in the corner of my room and licked most of her hair off:
tentatively allowing me to connect with her:
she’s been my constant study companion this year:
who is acutely aware of how much i adore her:
i love this cat.






