We were randomly scrolling a local subreddit and came across a post from a family member of Pudgy's previous owner.

They wanted to see if anyone wanted to adopt him as they pitied his living conditions. He was 18 and were caged 24/7 without being let out because he had accidents sometimes.

I looked at the post, looked at my husband, and he gave a small nod. We should adopt the cat and let him live his final months in a loving home. We adopted him in October 2022.

Pudgy immediately got close to me. He would be near me constantly, even getting wet because he wanted to be near me when I showered and he loved cheese. He loved bread. He loved ice cream. But his favourite food was steak. He inhaled steak. I would always save some of my steak so I could feed him and see his little whiskers move.

We expected him to maybe last 2 months. He was 18, his muscles had atrophyd, and he was all bones. His ears were full of permanent mite bites and he smelt horrid.

2 months turned to 3, and then 6 and then a year later. We were ecstatic. He was putting on weight, he could walk all over the house, climb on the bed, and sleep on top of my body.

He passed on Boxing Day 2023. He lasted a whole 14 months and I miss him every single day. 💖