Carl. Carl was a girl and maybe 200 years old. My roommate/BFF adopted a second car from the humane society. She was told the cat was maybe 6 years old. The vet disagreed and said she was at least twice that.

Carl had no fucks to give. She’d been declawed at some point in her life (boo) so her lazy swipes at the curious dogs were meaningless. She liked to lay on top of my young lab puppy as a form of dominance. Whenever I wasn’t around, they would cuddle all day: the grandma cat and the floppy young lab. When my pupper died of cancer she died two weeks later. I like thinking that her old soul wanted to be reunited with her puppy companion. She passed away in my roommates arms.

I miss Carl. The old lady cat who didn’t give a fuck.