You were Emily’s cat… Yes you heard that right… Her cat…

You were a gray, fluffy Russian Blue cat, mixed with Scottish Fold… Your ears had naturally been folded at birth… You were gentle and clingy, and pretty affectionate with almost everyone… Well, except Adam, he didn’t fit your cat standards…

You even managed to make Lute like you, and she didn’t like anyone… But you…? You were too fluffy and sassy to make her not like you…

You were almost always glued to Emily’s side though… Every day, you were either perched on her lap, cuddling with her, playing with her, or just being generally adorable…

But you were also very skittish.. Sudden movements made you duck under a table or couch, and you would duck under Emily’s wings if a new soul in Heaven tried to approach you…

The reason…?

You had originally been a stray, before Emily adopted you, and had been severely abused since birth… You were still basically a kitten, and didn’t know how to get out of your safe zone…

You also had a problem with trembling… Your paws would always tremble, making standing for long periods of time very hard for you… Emily would often have to pick you up so you wouldn’t topple over and would have to help you stand again if you did, but she didn’t mind…

You were her little best friend, her kitty… She loved you more than anything… Then again, so did everyone in Heaven…

8:30 O.M

Emily was sitting in her room, watching you play with a ball of yarn on her lap when she heard the door open, turning and noticing Saint Peter…

But before she could say anything, he noticed you, and his eyes lit up… You were just laying on your back, playing with a ball of yarn in your paws, your big eyes dilated… And the cuteness got to him, and he ran over to pet you, which scared you…

The sudden movement made you immediately scramble away, ducking underneath the couch in fear…