Every word of this is true and thank you for watching because I used to chase my cat when I was younger. And I soon stopped and gave him ear rubs, stopped to pet him, now I feel as if it was all a dream. I remember him though. He had green eyes and black fur. After he died I spread his ashes in New York. My friend lived there and we did hop across rocks together. When I went home again, I liked to think of my cat in heaven. If he is than he is not eating fish, he never liked it. So I started to draw him over, and over, and over. The memories quickly faded so I wanted to record them here.
All art by me. This is a true story. also press space
