His name was Doogle. He was a stray kitten One day he and his brother showed up at the first place I ever lived in as an adult with my roommate. He was a gray stripped cat. I’m a dog person, and he was the only cat I’ve ever truly loved. One day he was gone. I lived in a shitty trailer in a shitty part of town so maybe he broke out and left. Maybe he made it outside and didn’t make it. But that year and a half he was in my life was great. I still miss him sitting in my shoulder from the back of the couch while I played video games.

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