I’ve been avoiding this post for a few weeks, but here goes. My buddy Baby Kitty passed away a few weeks ago after he accidentally fell out of a window while staying at a friend’s house until I stopped bouncing in and out of town. It’s nobody’s fault but I still feel incredibly guilty, and like it’s some reflection of how much my life right now feels really unravelled. I’m going to miss this guy. Even the moments when I wanted to lock him in the bathroom until he stopped aggressively mow-ing at 5 am, but mostly the moments when he’d wake me up by sitting on my face. RIP Bk, you were loved so much – when you were sweet, when you were annoying, when you’d just sit there staring at me like a therapist until suddenly I found an answer.