the felines
This is Osamu. He's only 12 years old, but I think he's dying. He's lost a lot of weight, his fur has lost its glossiness, and he throws up almost every day. When I pick him up he feels like paper. But he's still got the handsomest little face, and he's as friendly as he's always been. He's colored like baked bread and his little head always smells like sunshine. He lives at my mother's house, and I miss him.
This one is Seiji. He belongs to my little sister and he lives in my dad's house right now. He's a young man, he's rough and tough and loves to attack things.
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My old roommate had a cat who lived to be 21, but I think the average life span for cats is something like 10.
And then I had a visual of Osamu wearing a traditional Japanese school backpack, which was kind of funny...