Furball [the cat that battled depression]There was one thing I was certain of when we met that day;More Like This
You were the most miserable looking cat I had ever seen in my life.
A tiny white furball. Skinny. Unproportional.
Your legs were too short for your body, as was your tail. It made you wiggle when you walked. There was that thing about your face that just wasn't right. Weird, squinted eyes. You were always snotty, like having caught a cold that never ceased. And when you purred, it was strangely noisy. As if something had broken inside long ago. We always had that funny joke about you, in which we pictured you as a human being. The school nerd that got bullied on in class. The one with huge glasses, an unfitting haircut, and that always carried an inhaler with him because he was basically allergic to anything and everything. Because that was the kind of cat you were.
Still it was love at first sight when we met at the animal shelter, and you set yourself at our laps and started purring for no reason.
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