I’m sorry I always laugh when I see you licking till the very last food you have in the tray. Where are you fatty? It’s going to be Christmas next month and we’ll have a lot of food to share with you, kitties and your big brothers and cat parents.

I couldn’t help my tears from falling, if you happen to be alive, where are you? It’s raining and I know you’re feeling cold and Miming, Orange and Sungit are not by your side to cuddle in. If you’re dead, where are your remains… I want to bury you somewhere nice.

I’ll pray for you, fatty.

Love,

Keiyt