So, my cat died this week. He was only 2 years old, and it was completely unexpected. He was a happy, healthy baby and then last night I reached under my bed to get my phone charger and felt his cold little body. According to the vet, several rescue cats have heart disease due to inbreeding and it is hard to detect, especially with young cats who are so active and playful. The last time I saw him, he was sleeping on my face, purring like a, well... kitten. Not sure how you guys deal with loss, but I needed a change. I decided to paint my kitchen cabinets. I was tired of the dark grey and wanted to brighten it up. Next up, I’m painting the island. Can you guess what color it’ll be?
RIP Banjo 😔💔 Fiddle and I miss you so much already.