/u/Furon-37 on A very old photo of my kitten Cookie on the day that I brought him home. He was terrified at first but I held him against my chest on the way home. Scratching and climbing the denim comforted him. By the time I got home he was friendly enough to let me let him, hold him, and feed him. I miss him.

Yes, it seems that I do





May 21, 2021 at 12:00AM

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