Rest in peace Mao, we always knew that your regality was too good for this world. Rubin and I will miss you. Your ability to stare at a door for hours on end, hoping it would open miraculously. Your amazing kitty massages. Your spontaneous bursts of energy. Your I-may-be-a-cat-but-I-am-so-fucking-cool attitude. In fact … Maozers. It was exactly one year ago that I thought I had lost you. Your mom was living off of Eastlake and you had to put up with Rubin and I for two whole months. You had disappeared. I had never owned a cat. I was convinced that you had leapt from my balcony. I crawled through my courtyard foliage screaming your name in my Fourth O’ July dress. My neighbors thought I was crazy. I didn’t know what to tell your mom. I almost skipped my second favorite holiday for you. But then … I heard your bells. Turns out you just wanted to take a nap behind the dryer. I should have known.
When I miss you, I will know to look behind the dryer and listen for your bells.
Day 9,387. Rest in peace Mao. I look forward to meeting you in your next life.

Express yourself …