My little baby was a feral cat. She was born outside and is prime example of an indoor/outdoor cat. She would just die inside if I trapped her into some apartment life.

I just couldn't find a place to live that a: accepted pets, and b: a quite street/ neighborhood where my beloved could do her cat thing.

I just wasn't rich enough to secure this type of place for my baby. It was just better for her to live with my wife in our home(with some replacement dude).

I hate my wife and I hope her head gets eaten by werewolves. But I fucking loved that cat.

That cat also loved me like nothing else, and gave no shits about my cheating whore wife. Years of photos of my cat in burrito form sitting in front of the door waiting for me to get home sent to me by my wife. Cute overload. Tell my baby I'll be right there! Etc..

Anyway I don't give a shit about any cheating cunt where, but I do care massively about my sweet baby feral cat who only loved Daddy. I failed her. I miss her. I know she sat in her burrito form in front of that door waiting for me long after I moved out.

She didn't want Mommy or whomever was fucking her. She wanted Daddy. Me.

I'm so sorry, my true love baby. I tried so hard to secure a place for us. I failed and I hope you can forgive me.