Best Cat Ever- Submitted to Chicken noodle soup for the soul.

‘My baby. My Darling. My honey sugar pie. My sweety. My beating heart, don’t know why. My Tinker. Assistant thinker and now guardian in the sky.’ 

In memory of Tinker a rebel, a confidant and a very close friend. My first cat. 

Moving away from home was very hard, going at it alone became too much, and eventually revealed itself  in young anxiety. I did not want to be around people. The stress of school and being away from home made college feel isolated. So one day when I visited home I decided I would not return alone. I packed my cat. 

I moved many times and she would move with me. Not a care if campus security caught me. Eventually, I made friends. We would whisper in the dark and giggle because security couldn’t tell if there even was a meowing. Her secret became ours to keep, she would go to class- the late ones that no one would usually attend and we would laugh as she watched us swim. I am scuba certified now and can honestly say she lived. It wasn’t easy, once she even pooped on my bed but that’s because she hated my roommate and the awful wall scents plugged in.  

 I loved spending time with her from sitting on roof tops watching birds to our naps when I would become a Sephey pillow for her, and that was special to me. Tinker made things feel easy when they were hard. Losing her was very hard but she brought me too much joy to be sad in the end . She may have been small but her world was big and mine was better with her in it.