Today, I was getting ready to leave work, about to pull my non-work shirt on over my work shirt, when I noticed a single strand of Milky cat fur inside the collar. I just stared at it a minute, wondering what to do. Then some damn stupid customers needed attention so I clocked back in and helped them.
I couldn't see the cat hair anymore when I got back.
I actually did a kind of daily diary during the last days of my catgirl's life. I'm not going to post them straight, but I will write something up based on them and share it with you, because I think I need to.
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