A year ago today, our little floof of chaos suddenly passed away of cancer at age 10. Moonshine was a perfect name as she was a beam of light but also had a kick. She only weighed 9 pounds but carried herself like a Tonka truck. She’d jump off the upstairs bed and we’d hear her all over the house. Silence wasn’t safe with her around. This past year has been far too quiet. We miss her.
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There’s “side-eye,” and then there’s whatever THIS look is.

She’s not budging to let me upstairs. Not when there’s sun to be in.

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#Caturday morning. I have my tea, she has my knee.

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When Pippin was a kitten we played the Whack-A-Mole game where she would attack our feet under the blankets. She eventually grew out of it.

Fast forward 16 years and I swear she still gets that look in her eye when we’re in bed and make the slightest movement. #CatsofMastodon #Caturday #SiberianForestCat

As she’s gotten older, Pippin loves having her face squished. And I mean all out, grab the face, twist, scrunch, squished. And she puts her paw on me assuring I won’t stop. #CatsOfMastodon #Caturday #SiberianForestCat

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