If you were ever feeling shitty you could just kneel down next to tequila Kitty, she would look up at you and bat her eyes real pretty, make you forget about all your petty city stressful pity party problems for a bit at least. She loved fancy feast, lived 17 long years, purred through many years and tears, laughs and cheers. She never let you forget to feed her, loved to eat and siesta. Purr one time for tequila and bite on the lime if you need to, hurts like salt in a wound now, but...