For some reason, the other night when I was falling asleep and thinking about this website, I started thinking about a white kitten? And in my head the cat and the web site were linked. It's more than that actually, the cat was the website. In the same way that when you think of someone, you see their face. It was realy weird. The day after I remembered it and started thinking about it. Why was I half-dreaming about that? Who even was this cat? What has he got to do with the web site?
And then I remembered the cat that used to come to our house when we were little. He was an orange and white kitty, just like I dreamt about. We never really adopted hime, but he liked us and we liked him. We decided to name him Kili after a shade of paint we were using, itself named after the moutain Kilimanjaro of Kenya. He was basically a stray the whole time we knew him. Because of that our mom originally didn't want him inside the house. One day it was raining outside and the door had been left open, and when I came inside he was lying on my bed; I knew he wasn't supposed to be here and that I had to make him leave, but I felt so bad about it. I don't even remember if I actually did it. I hope not.
Because he was a stray he'd always be getting into fights with other cats. Poor guy always had wounds on his body. At some point one of his rival cats, a white older cat, started coming to our house. We didn't like him. He wasn't very cute and he was mean, but the mainly, he would attack Kili and Kili was our guy, so we just had to hate him. Thankfully that other cat stopped coming after a while. I guess Kili won that contest.
I really loved Kili, and I would always try and treat him well, and never bother him. Once I skipped lunch because he was on my lap, sleeping. And I could not bring myself to wake him up.
Then, another time, I was outside with him, and I see him leaving somewhere. Of course I just had to follow him. And I guess he didn't like that I was running next to him, because he jumped on my leg and attacked it. Physically it didn't really hurt that much, but psychologically it hurt so baaad. I was heartbroken. I thought he hated me and that me cry actual tears. But I know he didn't. What cat doesn't bite every once in a while? (What orange cat doesn't?)
We didn't see him every day since, as I said, he was still mostly a stray. But one day I realised we hadn't seen him in weeks. We never saw him again. I don't know what happened to him. My mom told us he might have just wandered somewhere else. He might have just moved to a knew town (and met Roger the cat in a train?). That damn white cat might have actually killed him.
All of this is really sad. He was the best cat I've ever known and I never loved one so much. I remember taking a picture of him sleeping outside, and watching him I had this overwhelming feeling of love, and joy and amazement that he actually existed and he was my friend.
I don't know why he came to my mind, and what he has to do with this website, but now he's part of it I guess. RIP little guy (maybe, I can't be sure he's dead). Will miss you forever.