Mockingjay gave me a lot of cat feels, and it’s coming up on being six months since Edgar died, so right now I’m pretty sad with nothing really to show for it.
So, have this. ‘S how Ed and I used to sleep. He would make biscuits in my hair and purr in my ear, and I would try to breathe in time with his purrs. Sometimes I have dreams about those nights. They were so comforting, even when his claws accidentally caught on my neck or scalp. :((




