Rest in Peace, Jon❤

I decided not to include anything about the day he died, because it was very traumatic, and it just started sounding crazy. So just a life celebration here.

Bubby got here hours after we arrived

I was extremely upset because I was convinced they'd sent us a dog paw print and not-Bubby's ashes. After a phonecall and negative review, I studied animal prints for hours and cat back paws look very similar to dog paws. The distinct features add up. I just wish they'd taken his front paw and spared me the mental breakdown.

We were looking forward to bringing him here, because I thought his behavior issues would improve being an outside cat. He had a lot of energy, and would randomly like... viciously bite you.

He was hard to love and misunderstood by others because of his issues (he was in the shelter for forever), but I wish people could've known how sweet and funny he was. He loooved cuddles, he loved to play with anything, and he was such a goof. Anytime he'd start to look at my feet weird, Juan would sternly say: "Don't staught cho sh*t" And he'd run off into his carrier and look out the slats with those golden eyes all big. He was such a little ham.

He was nice to the puppy for a few minutes 

Glamorous

Not a single care about being sucked into the couch

His favorite ball and his favorite blanket❤

I'm so grateful for all the time we had with that kitty. He really was a character, and you know...you should never give up on someone because of their flaws. You'll miss out on what makes them awesome!