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Growing up, I used to hate cats every time I walked by them; I scared them

whenever I saw them, kicked the air to shoo them away, and didn't mind them even
though my surroundings found them cute. I was really disgusted every time their fur
touched mine. I was really that kind of kid. But everything changed during the
pandemic. One of the saddest parts of my life has come; it was a pandemic, and all
were staying at home. I struggled with mental health issues, feeling isolated and
hopeless. Then, a malnourished orange cat appeared outside our gate, and my
uncle brought him to me. Despite his pitiful state, I was still disgusted at how it
looked—soaking wet and very tiny; its ribs are actually shown upon its skin, and its
eyes were full of dirt around them.

Weeks passed, and I still avoided the cat. One day, while writing a song to cope
with my sadness, the cat came near me and sat on my lap. To my surprise, I didn't
shoo him away. Instead, I felt a sense of comfort. It is where our bond started. I
started feeding him and carrying him. It is where my perspective of cats has
changed; they were really sweet and comforting at the same time. He became my
companion, a source of unconditional love and support. I named him "Butter," after
my favorite food.

Butter grew, and his clinginess became a source of joy. We traveled to my aunt's
house, where Butter struggled to adjust. A cute orange cat approached us, and my
aunt decided to give him to us. I was very happy, knowing Butter would have a friend
waiting for him at home. We named the new cat "Peanut," again after my favorite
food.

They grew up together, always close. But then, one day, Peanut got sick. I did
my very best to take good care of him and buy him meds, but it was too late. Peanut
was gone. I searched everywhere for him, worried sick. At school, I couldn't focus,
just thinking about him. When I got home, the news hit me hard. He was found near
the chapel, gone. My heart broke. I felt so helpless, like I couldn't save him. Butter,
who was always so happy, became sad. He would just sit by Peanut's bed, looking
sad. I tried to make things better, but we were all sad. The house felt empty without
Peanut's playful energy.

Losing Peanut made me scared. I didn't want to love another cat and then lose
them too. I held onto Butter, loving him every day, knowing he wouldn't be here
forever. Butter came to me when I was feeling really bad. Losing Peanut hurt, but it
also made me love cats even more. All the good times we had were worth it, and I
loved Butter so much.

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