Among the awful hard terrible no good things that happened this year, my beloved cat and family familiar, Widget, died. Of a stroke. Because of course she did. She was a wonderful black cat whom we rescued from an abusive owner, and she filled our lives with joy and cuddles and a pile of widowed socks. I miss her terribly.
But because I have awesome friends and there was a hole in the universe where a black cat was supposed to be, at the end of July, I was gifted with a shiny new black cat. Meet Stitch!
He’s sweet! He destroys everything! He wants to eat THE WORLD! Follow me on Twitter for more kitteny hijinks.