Vincent was a gorgeous Maine Coon Cat that someone neutered, declawed, and lost. He found his way into my heart haunting my backyard. Honestly, I don't have the words right now to discuss what an amazing, funny, frustrating, loving, demanding, graceful, cloddish, beautiful beast Vincent was right now. I have picked out a few of the most expressive pictures I could find. But that doesn't show you how he would always steal my spot in the bed in the morning and sleep with his head on my pillow. Or how he would screech for the window to be opened. Or the heart stopping terror I would feel when he ran outside. Or the joy I felt this morning when he was licking Anya's head while Will was holding her. Or how much I wanted Vincent to be around when we finally have a human child for him to adore. Or his odd perversion for suckling human body parts. Or how silly sweet he could be with Calliope. Or how this was not enough time and I really want to talk to the manager about this and GET HIM BACK!!!!
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