A memory of a little white cat
I still remember a little white cat.
—never quite perfect, always a bit scruffy, and completely unforgettable. He had this adorable habit of jumping into my car
About A Little White Cat
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I still remember my little white cat—never quite perfect, always a bit scruffy, and completely unforgettable. He had this adorable habit of jumping into my car like he knew we were going somewhere special, and we’d drive to the race track gas station for a hot chocolate. He never cared much for the drink itself, but he'd gently nudge the cup just to get a taste of the whipped cream on top. He’d sit in the passenger seat like he belonged there, eyes wide and content, making those simple little outings feel like something more. He wasn’t the most graceful or well-behaved, but the way he turned quiet, ordinary moments into memories still tugs at me. I didn’t know how much I’d miss him until I caught myself glancing at the seat beside me, half-expecting to see him there, waiting for his little treat.
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