Climbing up the tree looking for her.... could hear her meow ... she has a horse voice for a kitten of her size.... was tempted to call her Ozzy because of the voice...
an Ash coloured kitten ... she reminds me of my mothers burnt remains..
i wonder why i didn't name her despair... that's what i feel when i look at her..
cant help but love her... in some twisted way she is whats keeping me sane... the reality of the pain that i feel from her lets me know that i am alive
after all that has happened i am not surprised..........
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