pipette 💜

you kick pipette out? you leave she in the cold???

@cicibercerita even if it doesn't work, i love this sentiment. to feel like even a little piece of me is talking to her through another seems cathartic

@pipeituup I hope you wont see this as offensive, perhaps you want to try to ask help from other strays whenever you meet them or streetfeed them “could you tell Piper to come back home?” It’s a common practice in Indonesia for owner who lost their cat and most of the time it works.

Hi guys, this is a post i never thought id have to make or at least hoped i wouldn’t have to for a long time. Piper is gone. It’s been about two months and i haven’t been able to bring myself to tell almost anyone, so the the idea of posting it to the public on the very forum 1/

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this was additionally harder to share due to the nature of what happened, as i feel guilty for the time i didn’t get to spend with her and ashamed of everything because of how it went down (context will be included as a second reply to this tweet outside the main thread) 6/

thank you guys for the endless love and laughs and i hope sharing my special girl on here was able to help bring some joy into your lives. i'll try to pop back on to reply, it just may take some time. give all your babies a kiss for me /fin

i may brgin to utilize her account more often and stay connected in the community i've grown to love so much and share the joy of miss Poufous, the notorious Bozo - you can find her over at @benzodiazepeen if you didn't already know. /22

or stretched out in the shape that was essentially an extreme sports mode of a crescent moon. this has, without a doubt, been the most painful and difficult thing i have ever been through (and i literally have cancer), and for weeks i could barely make it through the day /15

i remember her little alien pattern of black fur on her white forehead. I remember her beautiful green eyes and their perpetual crust’s she would not let me remove. I remember the iconic poses - since she was a baby, always sitting with her paws crossed like a proper lady /14

to get her ears rubbed. I remember her backwards purr, the most bizarre thing i have ever heard and still to this day dont know how she managed to pull it off. I remember how she had two black spots on both her front and back left leg & how she had one single black toe bean /13

When i clean the litter box, i remember how she would always instantly and instinctually sprint to it just so she could take a fresh dump as to be sure she was queen of the Poop’s box. how when i wiggle my fingers, she would see them and dart over to shove her head into them /12

and accepted the mortifying ideal of mortality. I just did not see this coming and it was far, far too soon. I will forever dwell on the time i didn’t get to share with her or wasn’t around, and i will forever see her face everyday in almost everything i do. /11

There have been times i talked about and thought about how terrifying it is that time moves so quickly, but also knew i had many many more years with her (permitting any unforeseen issues.) i know the reality that we all one day will likely outlive our furry friends /10

to a healthy, much larger wretched beast, whom took on so many of my personality traits that i knew she was meant for me. She was truly me in the form of a little soft evil baby cat body. She would have been turning 10 this October. /9

i literally meant that, and always told people this. I rescued her from under a deck at 4 weeks old when a local feral hoe cat who was notorious for having litters then abandoning them. I bottle fed her for weeks and brought her from a dusty dirty leaf covered tiny beast 8/

I’m finally reaching a point where i can have little memories and flashbacks of some of her quirks and laugh or smile about them, but there is a hole inside i dont think will ever heal. I will never be able to have kids (fine by me btw) but so when i tell you she was my child 7/