Smudge,
You were supposed to be a girl. That the was the deal. Mom would let me have my gray kitten if you were a girl, I agreed, though I wanted a boy.
Unlucky her that the man giving you away couldn’t really tell your gender.
I’ll miss you’re picky eating habits, how my own dinner’s success was determined if you came and begged for it or not.
I’ll miss the pressure on my hips and my shoulders and my back, where you insisted you always perch. I miss the little red marks those paws would leave behind.
I loved how groomed you kept yourself. The showers times you would invade. How silky soft your fur was.
You really were my little prince, pillar of my life, and the best mixup ever.
Love you my darling Smudge, I miss you
