People who haven’t lived with a cat sometimes assume it’s a lesser loss because cats are independent. Anyone who’s lost one knows better.
They chose you, repeatedly, every day, in a way that never stopped feeling like something earned. And the absence is specific — the weight that isn’t on the bed at 3am, the spot on the windowsill, the sound of them landing somewhere they shouldn’t be.
This room is for that. Long lives and short ones, indoor cats and the ones who came and went, ones who were affectionate and ones who tolerated you on their own terms.
Tell us what they were like. The thing they did that nobody would believe. Where they slept. What you still catch yourself doing out of habit.
