A few years ago, when my mom lived in a house, not an apartment, My sister had gotten a cat named fluffy because of her obsession with cats. Fluffy looked like a cat out of a cartoon, with ginger fur, bright as if it could be mistaken for a fluffy orange, and white stripes, that looked like lightning bolts across the skin. I thought nothing would go wrong, but boy was I wrong…
When Fluffy was not being played with, I would cuddle with him on the rocking chair until he fell asleep, which made him look like a kitten, It helped me deal with my anxiety, and stay happy with that. One particular day, I went to grab Fluffy to cuddle with him, I guess he wasn't in the mood because when I tried to pick him up, out of the blue, he