My grandma found her years ago on the road as she was going to work

if it was mine it would be gone

She was 3 weeks old, on the verge of death

well theres the fucking problem

it was a feral cat

If she hadnt found her she would be dead the next day

She was fine the first few years

I have a picture of me holding her way back then

The only reason they kept her was me

Because I had (and still have) a cat named neptune that is good, so I thought all cats were like him

So I was like, in my child mind "hell yes another cat"

(I dont think I knew the word hell yet)

But she just kept getting worse

should I throw this at her

Nvm she went in the basement

thank fuck

that room looks empty

what the ufkc

Its larger than that

And thats the bedroom

and also

thats a random spot to keep that

lol

true lol

Right by the tv cabinet

that they never use

is that what that is?

Look a little fuller?

looks like a big ass full wall picture of the tropics

And yes thats what its next to

Its painted

The cabinet

thats your grandparents house?

Yea

what is on that couch

it looks like a red vine

My schoolbag and the violin case

like a tree stump

omg lmao

now u said it i can see it