r.i.p st. patrick

today in long beach the cat that i gave to amanda, a little snow-shoe siamese named st. patrick was hit by a car. he must not have suffered very much cause he was in pretty good shape when she found him on the grass beside the street. a neighbor had called her because her phone number was on the little green tag we got for his collar.

he was one of the sweetest cats i have ever been around. brilliant white coat with golden brown highlights, a black tail and feet, and crystal blue eyes. i gave him to amanda back in june when he was only about 5 weeks old. he would run around my room, playing with everything, jumping, clawing, the works. he would let me lay him upside down and rub his belly, and would actually fall asleep with his legs straight up in the air. he especially like being scratched under his chin.

thankfully amanda took a ton of pictures of him, finishing a role that she had started when she got him by taking the final pic yesterday. he was such a sweet cat, and his getting killed is a tough blow to amanda and to i. thankfully we got to bury him here in the backyard together. he's in the flowerbed with a headstone of two giant clumps of bamboo that climb to about 20 feet tall. we kept his little green name tag and i think im going to frame it for amanda. she's super sad about it, and we're both going to miss that sweet little cat so much. of course something like this would happen during a super hectic and sad time like now while im moving out of my house. man the blows just never stop...

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