My Angel

She was called Misse.

She still is called Misse.

She is nnot with us anymore.

I had to let her go on the night between 20th and 21st of December.

My little goodball.

She lived in a barn when she was a kitten, before she moved in with me.

She smelled like cows for years after.

She hated it when me and my spouse fought.

She always came in to defend me.

She was the sweetest thing.

Always let our other cat groom her.

Let the vet poke and do their job without a single hiss or sign of a fight.

She never bit.

She never scratched.

She was in many ways perfect companion. As a cat.

I love her.

Forever.