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Belle
The
Angelic FeliOwner:
SunAge: 3 years, 3 months, 5 days
Born: January 24th, 2021
Adopted: 3 years, 3 months, 5 days ago
Adopted: January 24th, 2021
Statistics
- Level: 1
- Strength: 10
- Defense: 10
- Speed: 10
- Health: 10
- HP: 10/10
- Intelligence: 0
- Books Read: 0
- Food Eaten: 0
- Job: Unemployed
Belle was just the sweetest little cat that could be. When I was in high school, I started volunteering at a cat shelter. I would clean out cages, scoop litter boxes, and play with/pet the cats there. I did this for about 2 months before the sweetest little orange fluffball caught my eye. Her shelter name was Lily Pad, and she was the cutest medium-haired young kitten I had seen. I made sure that I spent time with her, petting her and loving her. She was shy at first, but slowly started to warm up to me. I just knew that Lily Pad had to be mine.
I managed to convince my parents that, yes, we did indeed need another cat. So on a weekend, we came into the shelter and adopted Lily Pad. Of course, her name had to be changed since we already had a cat named Lily. Belle is my favorite Disney princess, so I chose Belle as her name. When we first took her home, she had to stay in my room (where we put a litter box). I remember her being a little shy, but warming up to me quickly. Her orange fur looked adorable on my blue comforter. As all kittens do, she loved to play! She really enjoyed the toys with feathers on the end.
Belle, or Belle Belle as I affectionately called her, was definitely my cat. She would sleep on my bed and greet me when I came home from school. She loved to play with her jingly feather toys, as well as a toy we got from a cereal box; she would fetch the toys if you would throw them for her. Sometimes I would play peek-a-boo with her. If I could hide my face, or duck down behind some furniture, and peek my head back out, she let out her signature little squeaky mew. She had her favorite little chair that she would sit in, with or without me.
After having her a little over two years, we noticed she was having trouble breathing. We took her to the vet, but they couldn't pinpoint the cause. I would monitor her breaths and home and comfort her as best I could, but her condition worsened in the last week. She could hardly breathe at all, and we took her to the vet one last time. She had to be put down, but I couldn't be in the room with her; instead, I cried in the bathroom. The pain was incredible...my Belle Belle was gone. The next day, I had to take a final exam for a college class, and all I could think about was her.
It had been many years since she passed, and I still miss Belle. I get sad when I see one of her feather toys or see pictures. But I also remember all the joy she brought me and her lovely little squeaks. I will love her and remember her always. <3