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-Tell me. How many arrows does it take to steal the sun?
-If u can hear the world around you, the music isn't loud enough...
-Evil: Anything man can not control, contain or understand. I am evil...

"Life is a prison of flesh and bone, death holding the key, she lent her key to me today, tonight I'll set you free..." -made by myself many years ago, now dedicated to my cat-
Shinara - 2003-2019
Feral kitten from HI.
7/5/2019
5:07-5:13 pm
"The Sound of Amethystium" playing as i write this.
Siamese mix, with a gorgeous ♥♥♥♥ striped tail and black carpeted ears/head
My friend, My family, My small furry lover of 16 years
Died today in my arms, resting on the new pillow she claimed in my bed to sleep next to me each night.
got off work today, gave her a bath, she spent the next 6 hours on a pillow in my lap while i quietly read manga so she wouldn't be disturbed by any noise other than my voice.
. . . . . . . . .
Now bathed and conditioned wrapped in towels and once again in her rightful place on my lap. she will remain as such for at least the next 1/2 to full day, until i bury her in a shirt that i will be wearing non stop with the ac off for the next 2 days.
She always loved sleeping in shirts id been wearing.
The shirt is black with double sided pictures of wolves as well as the last and only thing i personally received from my mothers father straight off his back when i told him i loved it (he was one of the most amazing people i ever briefly met) before his passing.

When i first got Shinara she was in my mothers care, actively avoided everyone and was hostile to every other cat (at least 7-9 at the time including other kitten rescue'es) and as she was intended as a gift for another family member who recently lost her own i was doing my best to avoid so as to not build attachments.
However this future love of mine had other ideas.
She would actively and consistently seek me out and rest on my shoulders and just stare at me...
and should i not be sitting i was (FREQUENTLY) privy to tiny razor blades digging into my pants and skin, be it 3 -4 short vertical leaps or dozens of 2 inch grabs followed by flopping on my shoulders looking me in the face and mewing with a.... "what" impression. . .
So about a week or so of this behavior i picker her up walked up to my mother and said "Mom, i don't care what plans you had for her... shes mine now..."