I don’t know what to do.
Getting rid of the cats is inevitable.
I don’t want them separated, but no one will take them, and I don’t think the shelter will keep them together.
I don’t even want to lose them.
But I have to get rid of them.
Cats have come and gone in this house, but these two were born in this house two Junes ago. They’ve come to understand that I take care of them, and follow me around when I call them.
I’m really stressing out over this.
So, my mom randomly came into the living room, leaped in a Superman-like pose, and stated, “Your cat can fly.”
Okay.
I went down to the basement, to feed my cats and clean up their messes. This was the first day without the other two cats that I’ve been catsitting, so I’ve been wondering how Evan and Evany would react to this.
Reaching the garage, I turned the light on. The first thing that I noticed was the 90’s rock music that was blaring out of the radio, as well as how clean (in terms of items) were.
My first, obviously logical, thoughts:
“Did you two seriously throw a party? Really?”

Some morning pictures of Madame Evany herself.
(Lol, the first one, she’s all like, “Sup, brah?”)



