okay so one time i was walking down the hall in my house and my cat, floyd, ran by. nbd, right? yeah. so i kept going, got to the end of the hall, and realized floyd had been dead for three months. a few weeks after that, i walked into my moms room in time to see him leap from the centre of the bed to the wall and disappear. i havent seen him since, but i know hes here, and its weirdly comforting.


















