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Bella has a minion!

Jingle the Ball of Love

Bella

The Custom Twilight Feli

Owner: Luck

Age: 9 months, 2 weeks, 1 day

Born: June 1st, 2025

Adopted: 9 months, 2 weeks, 1 day ago

Adopted: June 1st, 2025

Statistics

• Level: 8
   
• Strength: 14
   
• Defense: 10
   
• Speed: 10
   
• Health: 10
   
• HP: 10/10
   
• Intelligence: 10
   
• Books Read: 10
• Food Eaten: 0
• Job: Taste Tester

In memory of Bella

AKA

Isabella, Bulla, Balla, Abuela, Mella, Smella, Bellaphant, Bella May, The Fat, The Queen, & Beauty Queen

October 22nd, 2008 - June 1st, 2025

🐾 Bella's Beginnings 🐾

Bella was part of a big litter born in 2008 to a crazy, mostly feral tortoiseshell and an unknown father. Her mother, which we called The Mom Cat, didn't trust us, but accepted food from us and saw that our yard was safe, so she kept her babies under our shed. Thanks to early socialization, her kittens became friendly to humans, more than their mom ever was. They loved to be petted and played with, and Bella was particularly ferocious when playing, taking the bait of a fishing rod toy until the line was stretched out across the yard. She also used to climb up on my sitting mom's back, and hide and play in her long hair. Bella was the sole black kitten among a variety pack of orange, white, and gray tabbies, and over time, one by one, her siblings were adopted out, but no one ever came to adopt the black cat.

Bella started to grow up outside, with her mother taking her and teaching her how to hunt, but one day, The Mom Cat vanished, and the next thing we knew, Bella was grown and having her own kittens. At the time, Bella took on the name of The Mom Cat, as we assumed her mother would not come back. To our surprise, more than a year later, she returned, and forevermore Bella's mother was renamed The Grandma Cat. That year in 2010, we suffered two losses to our indoor cat family, losing Doodle and Smokey reduced the number from 4 to 2, and with room to spare, the time was right to bring in that long-overlooked black cat. Bella was officially named, fixed, and brought inside, but unfortunately, she would have a hard time finding her place at first.

🙀 Bella the Timid 🙀

Bella had a hard time adjusting to her new life indoors, and became very reclusive and timid, with her submissiveness opening herself up to being bullied by the other cats, Bitty and Whiskers. She was so skittish that she had to eat separately in my parents' bedroom, and though she got along with Bitty on occasion, the large male treated her like a toy, messing with her long after she'd had enough. She stayed hidden and fearful for years, and since I was mostly in school at that time, I rarely saw her, sneaking the first photo I took of her years later in 2016. The only evidence she'd leave of her existence overnight were black hairs in places like the counters and bathtub. She was so meek that she didn't even have a voice, with her meows just sounding like air escaping, but gradually escalated to a creaky door as she started to become a little more social.

The first picture of Bella.

Her small joys were the fleece blanket on my parents' bed - which at night, was hard to remove her from - and similar to her kitten days, my mom would bend over and let her hair hang down, and Bella would push through it and pretend to wear it. There was also a short period of time she would follow my mom into the bathroom, get on the sink, and drink running water. She would still suddenly become fearful and run away from attention, and when she would play with her pink jingle ball, if a person tried to participate and play with her, she'd run away from that too.

Half of her life as an indoor cat was spent biding her time, hiding in her shell, waiting to blossom and reach her full potential. Perhaps she needed a push to be brave, no longer enabled by her special accommodations. As Whiskers started to get elderly, there wasn't as much time or energy to dedicate to Bella's special treatment, so she no longer ate by herself. Regularly staying up all night to take care of Whiskers, I started seeing Bella more, too. Now fairly comfortable and friendly, Bella would prance and love to be petted, and I tried showing her that it was okay to come into my room, since she never had before, though she still seemed nervous. In 2018, Whiskers passed, and things were the usual between Bitty and Bella, playing, with Bitty chasing her, until suddenly in 2020, we lost Bitty. It was the first time our home had just one lonely cat, but the once-timid Bella had a huge surprise in store for us.

⭐ Bella the Bold ⭐

It didn't take long for Bella to start showing off her confidence and how comfortable she now was, with her first feat being getting up onto and laying on the couch. Cats have always been allowed to get on the furniture, but for her, this was in broad daylight, out in the open, and the first time she'd ever done it. It surprised everyone, and she started doing it more and more, trying to lead me there when I entered the room, rushing up there so that she could get attention. She became even more affectionate, bunting me, rubbing against me fatly - which was more like a flop-against or a body-slam. She became addicted to her beauty sessions first thing every morning, where my mom would be making her coffee with her back turned, and Bella would get onto the kitchen table and sit there crying until acknowledged, then she would get down in her "salon chair" where my mom would give her a grooming. She'd always been covered in excess loose fur, and with a thick coat, her salon appointments never seemed to be enough, but Bella's queenly demeanor and perceived vanity gave her the nickname of Beauty Queen.

Bella gets on my bed for the first time.

Soon, Bella was brave enough to come to my room on her own, and when I invited her onto my bed, everything changed: this was now her room; she became entitled to my bed and getting attention on it. My morning routine became built around Bella, as did everyone else's, starting with my dad who would feed her breakfast when he woke up, then my mom would do her beauty session, and Bella would sit outside my door, waiting for me to get up, working on her voice with confidence, beginning to produce loud meows. Finally, I would wake up and prepare my bed for her, covering it with a towel, her cat bed and my green blanket which she had laid claim to, and when I would open my door, she would rush in and settle on my bed for the day. After a few months of this, she started trying something new once she got into her cat bed: for the first time, she was kneading, and so enthusiastically that her back feet were getting involved, though this new habit only lasted a short time. She was a completely different cat from before, boldly doing whatever she wanted and fully affectionate, she had finally blossomed and was living her fulfilled life. She appeared to keep her fearful nature deep inside, however, surfacing once in a while as she slept in the form of having a nightmare, and at least twice I remember her nightmares caused her to fully fling herself out of her bed. I would then comfort her in her nervous, confused state until she realized I was there to protect her, and that she was safe and loved.

Bella was the fat, sassy, spoiled only-cat, and now a flurry of memories go by... Having to lay down cardboard all over the living room because she wouldn't entertain using the scratching post anymore and we were at her queenly mercy. When I'd walk into the living room at night and finding her laid out with audacity on the coffee table, which cats had never been allowed to do. Her entitlement to my dad's computer chair, us joking about her camping in the chair because she "can't risk him sitting down", and the times where he's gotten up to go do something and she's come racing from another room and launched into the chair to claim it. She'd be laying in that chair every evening, and my mom would always boop her when she walked by. Bella loving to lay in the sun, getting all heat drunk from it, wallowing on the front door rug before wrapping herself up in it, sometimes escalating to balling it up and bunny kicking it. The way she would raise up her hind end and look expectantly, and I'd start patting her ferociously on her lower back right before her tail, almost spanking her as she enjoyed it, and when I stopped she'd look back expectantly again. The way she loved cold water and she'd get water all over her chest after drinking, and get milk all over her chin after drinking it, walking around with a milk beard. The way she loved her blue rubber brush, we called it her Lovey, and she would stick one of the 'fingers' of it down in her ear and just rub her head around on it like it felt so good. That day we noticed how short her snout was, and how it made it seem like her forehead stuck out so far, with us joking about her fivehead. When she suddenly became my lap cat who would come lay on me whenever I put a blanket on my lap, and her becoming addicted to all kinds of human food, becoming a full beggar who would stand up, putting her front paws on my chair arm, reaching for my arm with a quiver but never touching, just to let me know that she would also like some of my food. I would always give her so much, her favorite foods were chicken, pork, and turkey, and though she ate some beef meals, she didn't like it as much. She also loved getting a piece of cheddar cheese, and loved creamed corn and chicken alfredo sauce, licking the bowls clean; on special occasions she would get a piece of fish, and get to drink the broth from canned tuna. She developed a serious addiction to Butter Pecan ice cream, climbing on my lap and trying to take my bowl from me, and became just as bold when it came to milk: as my mom and I ate cereal, she couldn't stand it any longer and got onto the table, lunging and trying to take our bowls to the point where we had to protect and hold our bowls just to finish, and from that point on, she was served her own personal plate of milk every morning. All that said, her love of food was apparent by the size of her body, and advised by the vet, we had tried to put her on a diet, but this had the opposite effect and made her absolutely food addicted, scrambling to the kitchen anytime someone went in there, so we just let her live the way she wanted, fat and happy.

Contentedly sleeping.

Bella still preferred to play by herself, though her play decreased with age, she still loved her pink jingle ball and was a kickball star, kicking it into the darnedest places, and for months and months it was lost, forcing her to play with a green jingle ball instead. We discovered she had perfectly kicked it through the gap of the laundry door and it landed between the dryer and wall. Sometimes she would seem to play with nothing, wildly scooting around in the kitchen and sliding into plastic bags full of stuff on the floor. Her zoomies were infrequent but powerful, most often occurring after she quenched her thirst: she would sit at one end of the hallway, doing her scratchy cries which got louder as she spun her head around, looking at the walls and ceiling as the crazy washed over her. All of a sudden she'd take off, racing to my room, but shockingly, sometimes she would do a 180 and race back the other way, forcing people to jump out of her way as she flew into the kitchen, losing control and scrambling on the hard floor. Hauling around her fatness also meant that she was incredibly strong, and we would always joke that she was strong as an ox, with her ox-like strength coming into play whenever she had to receive medicine, which she loathed, and it would legitimately take all three of us to do. One of my favorite memories of her was this time we were trying to put flea medicine on her; my mom was holding her, practically needing a saddle, I was parting her thick fur, my dad was putting the medicine into the part, and Bella was hunkered down on the floor, when suddenly she launched straight up into the air like a frog and startled everyone, bucking us off. It makes me laugh whenever I remember it. She brought us so much joy, because her own life was so full of joy, and you would think that the next thing that happened would spoil all that Bella had built up, but it didn't.

In 2022, one of the yard cats showed up with a broken shoulder, and to save her life and limb, we rehabilitated her in a crate inside. When she made a full recovery, we introduced Junie as a permanent member of the house, but she and Bella did not get along. Just like in the old days, Bella had a new bully who would always lash out and ambush her, and Bella, being a pacifist, would only run, and on rare occasion, raise a hand in self-defense, but unlike the old days, she was not going to give up everything and return to the shadows. Bella continued to do mostly whatever she wanted, when and wherever she wanted, and whenever Junie was guarding the throughways and blocking her path, Bella would wait, and one of her human servants would come and lift the queen over the scoundrel, and safely set her on the other side, where she'd then continue her merry way. Bella hardly cared that there was a new cat and continued spending most of her day on my bed, and we continued developing our strong bond together for the next couple years, as we were rarely apart. I always had my queen by my side, laying on the bed with her, she'd move to flop against and lay right next to me. I still remember the first time we laid together, near Halloween, as I watched Hocus Pocus. She was even there for me when I came home from a small surgery and started feeling weak, and I laid under the covers with her between my legs, as if my legs were the rims of her bed. We fully trusted each other, as I would rub my hand all over her exposed belly and chest and she would just close her eyes with a loving smile. She had chosen me as her favorite person.

Waiting for me to rub her belly.

In 2024, I was planning to get a new mattress which would make my bed a lot taller than before. Worried that due to Bella's age and girth, she wouldn't be able to jump onto the bed anymore, we brought in some pet stairs and I started training her. Using baby gates to block the rest of the bed, the stairs became the only way to get up there to me, and Bella apprehensively and shakily walked up the stairs. After a while of training her, I removed the gates and she was accustomed to her stairs, not even hesitating to run up them now. Bella's morning routine was still the same as before, my dad feeding her, my mom grooming her, then her waiting outside my door. My first words everyday were "hi queen!" Now she was so attached to me, that instead of rushing to my bed when I opened the door, she would prance and go with me into the bathroom, and sit there full of love, rubbing her face on the corner of my laundry basket. We would go to the kitchen together, and I would serve her milk first, then make my own coffee as she drank, then we would go back to my room. Sometimes when I didn't lay out the green blanket, because I thought it was too hot or I just forgot, she would see it folded up on a stack of stuff at the foot of the bed, and would carefully descend down onto it and lay all bunched up as if I greatly inconvenienced her, which I always thought was kind of funny, drama queen behavior. After attention, she'd lay for a short time then her food addiction would kick in, and she'd start begging for lunch early. Because of her tendency to save food for later, we couldn't serve her in the kitchen anymore or Junie would take her food, so she started getting lunch and dinner on my bed, which was the epitome of spoiledness. After lunch, she'd take a nap of varying length, sometimes waking up to beg for dinner hours and hours early.

When she had enough of me not bending to her will, she'd come stand up on my computer chair and grab my arm, or try to nip my legs. On days when I'd lay on the bed with her, she'd always nip whatever flesh was exposed. Not getting her way, she'd act out further, climbing up onto my dresser, bumbling and accidentally knocking stuff around with her swinging fat - which I referred to as her udders, by the way, and a few times she climbed up onto the pillows behind my head. She even reached a point where she was threatening to jump onto my TV dresser, which she definitely could not safely reach, and she could not be reasoned with, to the point where I was using squares of cardboard trying to block her. To appease her one day, I opened one of the drawers and to my surprise she laid down in it. One time I was standing there preoccupied, and she was getting upset that I didn't serve her dinner the moment she asked, so she stood up on my backside, sunk her claws into my loose sweatpants, and fully pulled them down. She calmed down when she finally got her dinner, sleeping for hours and hours, until evening. She would usually waddle to the kitchen and drink the fresh cold water I just served, spending time filling up like a camel. She would come over to me as I sat on the loveseat, sometimes she would go ahead and get in my dad's computer chair, and sometimes she would come get on my lap. On my lap, she couldn't hardly concentrate because she wanted the bucket of dry food we kept nearby for the yard cats, and I'd let her eat from it, to feel special. At night, she'd retire to her chair, sometimes propping her back foot on the keyboard tray while bathing, and sometimes she'd sneak back to my room and camp in my bed, staying deep into the night and forcing me to stay awake. Her purr was loud and raggedy, like an old car trying to start.

These are all just some of the memories I have of Bella, and though all these memories still seem strong now, I'm afraid that one day they'll be gone as my memory gets worse, so I have to write them here for myself and try to add things in as I recall them. It's hard to believe that in just 5 years time, only about 1/3rd of her life, she became my whole world and we developed such an immense bond full of unprecedented love and trust as soul mates. It's even harder to believe that she was her usual self one day, and just a few days later, she was receiving palliative care.

🕯️ Bella's Legacy 🕯️

Bella's disease blindsided everyone. The months, weeks, and even days leading up to her diagnosis, she was the same as she ever was, even laying on my lap that week, not even knowing it was going to be the last time. One day, she started getting sick. Her eating slowed then stopped, and she started throwing up more and more. She started getting sick on a Friday, and because the vet wasn't open all weekend, I watched her get worse and worse, and I felt sick myself with worry. She had always had problems with constipation, and from some of her behavior we all just thought she was probably impacted and couldn't eat, and puking foam until she was dehydrated, becoming unsteady. She had fallen down trying to jump into her chair, and seemed to be hobbling. Sunday night as she was hiding under my dad's computer desk, I told her that we were going to take her to the vet the next day and they'd get her all fixed up, give her some medicine and some fluids, and that everything would be okay, and that I knew how it was, because I also had gone to the hospital to get medicine and fluids after excessive puking. I was also saying this to reassure myself, but there was a part of me that just had a really bad feeling.

The next day I woke up and Bella wasn't waiting outside my door, she was still at the vet with my dad. I asked my mom about her and she just gave me an empathetic look, and I immediately sat down, knowing that my worst fears came true. She said that dad had called in tears, saying that Bella had advanced liver disease, that her liver enzyme levels were 800 times higher than normal, and that she would not recover. I curled up, and felt my world ending. How could this be? She was just fine a week ago. Dad brought her back home, and immediately she weakly wobbled herself to my room, up her stairs, to my bed, her favorite place - her safe place. I could not bear to leave her side, and she would get just as worried if I had to walk away from her. She could not walk by herself after this day, and spent the rest of her life in the living room, receiving 24/7 supervision and care by my whole family in shifts, with me staying up all night with her. It's hard to go into all the details of her decline and everything that we did for her in an effort to ensure that she could pass in the comfort of her own home, instead of in a place that she hated, because it's both painful to recount and because we spent the month in a fog, like it doesn't even seem real now. We never expected that she would hang on for so long, but eventually, on the evening of June 1st, 2025, she took her last breaths as me and my parents petted her and wept.

After she was gone, I lost it after looking into her eyes, trying to cover her up with a blanket. I produced the most guttural and primal sobs of my life, to the point where I was kind of freaked out that I could not control the sounds coming from my body. She was my everything, my joy, my reason for living, and I would've done anything for her; now the light of my life was gone, and I withered away. Writing this now, the tears are flowing, and it's not getting any easier. How am I supposed to go on without my very special queen? I think about her every day, and cycle through all the stages of grief every time. It's not fair, it wasn't supposed to be this way. I always imagined that I would be taking care of her when she got super old like Whiskers, and I would have given up one of my limbs to undo her disease and get the rest of her years back. Now there's just a constant ache in my chest, my soul missing a piece. It feels like a part of my identity is gone now too, because anyone who knows me knows how much I loved Halloween and embraced all the bad luck symbolism, having pride in loving my black cat.

People who overlook black cats out of superstition are missing out on the greatest cats ever, because Bella was the best cat in the world, and I know everyone says that about their cat, but she just was. I've never had a cat like her, and I never will again, she cannot be replaced or compared to. She was amazing, beautiful, sweet, shy, silly, a pacifist, an angel, and her big personality made a big impact on my family. The world lost something very precious that day; I miss her so much. I just keep thinking about how I can never rub her belly again, or give her kiss after kiss on the top of her head, or see her body pulsate with excitement when our eyes met, then her slow blink, looking at me with those loving eyes, ever again. It's all over, I can't believe she's gone, our routine and life together is gone, I can't have her back and it makes me so distraught I could scream. Days turn to weeks, time is marching, life is continuing - make it stop, go back, bring back my queen. If you have a pet, hold or hug them now, never take their good health for granted, and never make assumptions about the time you have left with them. Her suffering is gone now, she is in a better place, across the rainbow bridge. A memorial for Bella is in my room, her favorite place in life. Sitting on my shelf are her jingle balls, favorite brush, clay paw print, and engraved urn, all backed by a printout of the following poem.

💚 Bella Gallery 💚

These are not all the pictures I have of Bella, just the best ones and my favorites.

2016: The first ever pic I took of Bella, she's hiding and fearful.

2017: More friendly, but still nervous.

2017: Same photoshoot as above.

2017: "What? What is it?"

2018: Heat drunk, wrapping herself in the front door rug.

2018: Friendly mid-night prancing on my way to Whiskers

2019: "Are you making food?"

2020: Bella gets on my bed for the first time.

2020: Comfortable being in my room.

2020: Loving her inherited cat bed.

2020: "How do I sit in this?"

2020: "I think it's like this..."

2020: Some extra padding for the bed. Where'd she go?

2021: Behind the pillows.

2021: My beautiful blob gazing at me.

2021: "Can I have the blue blanket?"

2021: Lurking.

2021: Chilling.

2021: "Can I have this green blanket?"

2021: Knocked out asleep.

2022: "What? I need room for my belly."

2022: Early morning sun beam.

2022: Bella in dad's computer chair.

2023: "Rub my six-pack."

2023: "RUB IT!"

2023: Absolutely gorgeous blob.

2023: Climbing on the pillows behind my head.

2023: Loving, smiling eyes.

2023: My award winning beauty queen.

2023: Loving my Halloween cat.

2023: Pleading eyes.

2024: Huge blep.

2024: Regally stealing my computer chair.

2024: "Watch me go up my new pet stairs."

2024: "How dare you not lay out my blanket!"

2024: Just wanted to know what it was like to lay in a drawer.

2025: "You forgot to lay out my blanket again!"
This pic was taken only 1 week before her diagnosis.

Bella's memorial.

Pet Treasure

Black Vanity Rose Brush

Red Vanity Rose Brush

Orange Vanity Rose Brush

Yellow Vanity Rose Brush

Green Vanity Rose Brush

Turquoise Vanity Rose Brush

Blue Vanity Rose Brush

Purple Vanity Rose Brush

Pink Vanity Rose Brush

White Vanity Rose Brush

Thick Bristled Brush

Feli Vanity

Black Cat Talisman

Black Kitty Plushie

Pink Witch Cat Plushie

Orange Witch Cat Plushie

Green Witch Cat Plushie

Blue Witch Cat Plushie

Purple Witch Cat Plushie

Twilight Lifelike Feli Doll

Princess

Queen Booty

Morostide Snowflaik Plushie

Snowflaik Blub

Chibi Maliss Plushie

Snowflaik Plushie

Oversized Snowflaik Toy

Snowflaik In A Bag Plushie

Snowflaik

Old Fashioned Snowflaik Plushie

Vintage Maliss Plushie

Maliss Plushie

Inscrutable Maliss Figurine

Tiny Morostide Cat Plushie

Kaosan

Peace and Quiet Feli Sticker

Over the Rainbow

Angel Wings

Ashen Memorial

Memory Star

Miss You Beanbag

Emeow

Bad Luck Trio

Unlucky Feli Figurine

Silly Black Kitty Plushie

Graymalkin

Green Cat Contact Lens

The Feli Is In Charge Sticker

The Fat Feli

Best Pet Sticker

Centropolis Pet Bed

Home Is Where the Pet Is Sticker

Pee Pad

Black Cat

13th Cat

Misfortunat

Purrglar

Kitten Canned Cat Food

Bovyne and Gravy Canned Cat Food

Torrential Feast Canned Cat Food

Lucky Mallarchy Canned Cat Food

Not-So-Live Turducken Canned Cat Food

Diet Canned Cat Food

Senior Canned Cat Food

Halloeve

Hovering Misfortunat

Licorice Gummy Cat

Kiiite

Kitten Cat Food Variety Pack

Beefy Cat Food Variety Pack

Fishy Cat Food Variety Pack

Poultry Cat Food Variety Pack

Feathers and Fins Cat Food Variety Pack

Diet Cat Food Variety Pack

Senior Cat Food Variety Pack

Licorice Black Cat on a Stick

Licorice Snowflaik

Snowflaik Fascinator Mask

Black Cat Hat

Kitten Dry Cat Food

Bountiful Beef Dry Cat Food

Fishy Feast Dry Cat Food

Mallarchy and Pals Dry Cat Food

Feathers and Fins Dry Cat Food

Diet Dry Cat Food

Senior Dry Cat Food

Malisscious Sticker

Happy Cat Sticker

Spyte

Scaredy Cat

Raw Boneless Chicken Breast

Chicken Tenders

Sliced Turkey Breast

White Meat Turkey

Dark Meat Turkey

Turkey Leg

Raw Pork Chop

Twilight Feli Plushie

Twilight Feli Beanbag

Black Kitty Spooky Doll

Black Undead Kitty Plushie

Pork Roast

Flaked Pork Chops On A Silver Platter

Deli Ham

Fish Fillet

Milk

Milk Sticker

Carton of Two Percent Milk

Kuro Neko San

Mollycuddle

Maliss Bopper Beanbag

Unlucky Kitty Sticker

Twilight Cats Pajamas

Kitty Rag Doll

Making the Best of Your Nine Lives

Cheddar Cheese Treat

Roast Pork Loin

Twilight Deco-Feli Sticker

Snowflaik Costume

Black Cat Sticker

Black Kitty Blub

Black Cat Succulent

Cat Moro Cutouts

Black Cat Pencil

Black Feline Mask

Black Cat Face Stockings

Cat Pumpkin Pal Beanbag

Black Cat Dress

Black Kitty Ear Cap

Collectible Black Cat Glass

Black Cat-Shaped Goofy Band

Black Cat Candy Bucket

Black Cat Snow Globe

Black Cat and Moon Sticker

Black Cat Morostide Candy Coin

Orange and Black Cat Pinwheel

Teal and Black Cat Pinwheel

Black Cat Candle

Purple and Black Cat Pinwheel

White and Black Cat Pinwheel

Black Cat Ball

Black Cat Tar Cannon

Snowflaik Snow Globe

Twilight Feli Hot Water Bottle

Black Cat Taffy

Snowflaik Bodyboard

Black Cat Pumpkin Plushie

Cat Familiar Beanbag

Flaiky Foot-Snugglas

Tiny Morostide Cat Stickers

Morostide Black Cat Cupcake

Witch Minion

Too Fluffy Black Cat Plushie

Snowflaik Beanbag

Morostide Feli Cookie

Salty Licorice Kitties

Petrified Scaredy Cat Figurine

Felt Snowflaik Sticker

Pet Friends

Doodle Bug
You paved the way, yet I never knew you until now.

Minnie
Now we meet from worlds apart, hello new friend.

Riza
We never met, but our pet-parents are best friends. Now we meet across the bridge.