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> I have 9 cats. And there's this really special one named Marjorine, she's an orange cat with beautiful yellow marble swirls, and pure light green eyes. She loved sleeping beside me every night, it was rare that she didn't. I'd often wake up to her and her brother tickling my face with their whiskers, purring like jet engines. She loved falling asleep in her woven pumpkin, and you could find her always laying on her Winnie the Pooh bed. She loved playing with her siblings, and practicing her fight moves on LJ. She got along just fine with Marley, and with Nishka, well, Nishka wasn't a fan. But that didn't stop Marj from trying to play with her then getting smacked with a furry black paw. She saw Sophie as competition, the two orange girls would fight for my attention, pushing each other out of the way to get to me. She wasn't as close with outgoing Heidi as she was with her protective older brother Butters. They loved each other, always side by side. Towards the end Stan was a bit of a bully to the weakened girl. And Mooncake never truly got to meet her.
Marjorine loved playing in the piles of catnip alongside her family. Introverted yet playful with those willing.
She trusted me. Beside her in bed, or coming to me when she accidentally pooped outside of the litterbox. It was hard to stay mad at her poopy self. She was just so sweet.
She was shy, tender, easily frightened but if you reached out your hand to the scared girl she would warm right up and insist on petting herself with your hand. She purred loudly for such a small kitty. She stared at me with her kind eyes, gently glaring up at me.
Marjorine, my friend, my daughter, my shy gal. I love you so much, and I'm sorry you suffered in silence for so long. I wish I could've seen what you looked like as an adult cat. I wish you had more time.
I have 9 cats, one is just visiting the skies.
I will not fear the night, and
I will see you again when the sun rises. Goodnight little angel.
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