If there were ever a kitty that I had the pleasure of sharing my life with, Truffle would be that guy. A lap kitty supreme when given the chance. A loving, purring, drooling dork of a cat.
He was a nexus kitty, and his brothers Brandy Rai, Monster, Takao, and Shiro, all loved him.
My ex-wife loved him tremendously (or berry mulch). And I just straight up loved the shit out of him.
Unlike what my mother’s last words were to me, I told Truffle:
“I love you, my friend. I’ll see you on the other side.”
