Study of the cat I grew up with, Othello, or Otti for short. He lived to 14 years and was best friend to my teenage self. I can't remember myself, but my family told me they picked him up from the streets; though I do remember him as not fully grown in the beginning and let me tell you he had *energy*. Later in his life he was pretty overweight and much more chill and very cuddly. I would keep a second pillow out besides mine and most nights he slept there, for which I was very grateful. I wouldn't be who I am today without him ♡














