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I was 19 and I had neighbors living under me. A young couple that had recently had a child. Returning home one day a small black and white kitten tried to climb my leg while mewling pitifully. I picked the kitten up and asked my neighbors if it was their's. The woman responded that it was and that I should put the kitten down since it was "dirty". She went on to say that if the cat was in my way I should feel free to just kick it. Needless to say; I felt bad for the cat but there was nothing I could do, it didn't belong to me. After that, however, whenever I got the chance I spent time with the kitten. Sitting on the porch, petting and caring for it whenever I saw it. Then, one night at around 2 AM, I was awoken to a loud knocking on my door. It was the woman living downstairs. She explained if I didn't take the cat she'd named Ms. Kitty the cat was going to die. I accepted the new pet despite being woefully under-prepared for such a responsibility. I remember being fairly certain "Ms. Kitty" had testicles the first time I saw the cat, now with the kitten roaming around my apartment, I became positive that was the case despite my neighbor's assurances the cat was fixed and female. Taking "Ms. Kitty" to the veterinarian I asked just to make sure I wasn't stupid and the vet informed me that yes... Those were fuzzy little cat balls. "Ms. Kitty" was renamed Circuit and I left him in the care of the vet so he wouldn't sire any heirs should he ever get out. Returning the next morning the veterinarian informed me he had never seen a cat that acted like Circuit. Crazed to the point of seeming feral whenever I was out of the room then complacent and sweet the second I scooped him up. He stated his firm belief someone had tried to kill this cat at some point... I was just happy they hadn't succeeded. I suffer from crippling depression. Confirmed and diagnosed. The majority of my 20's was spent learning how to manage said depression, learning how to take care of myself, learning to be an adult. I'm ashamed to say there were long stretches of time when Circuit's litter box went uncleaned and food dish went unfilled as I struggled just to take care of myself and keep a roof over our heads. The act of sustaining one's self being a skill everyone else had perfected and I seemed to fail miserably at, at times. Isolation, days spent unable to get out of bed. Loathing myself, hating my life, I was in no condition to care for myself let alone care for another living creature. Still, Circuit was there through it all. Loving to me and only me. Circuit and I were very similar. We hated the outside world. For long stretches of time he wasn't just my best friend but my only friend. Weeks, perhaps months would go by with Circuit being the only other living creature I interacted with. Both of us huddled in our home safe from the awful world outside. Eventually, as I learned to stop the endless cycles of self hatred, I started to pick myself up. Went to trade school got a job, slowly started to learn what it meant to be an adult. I started my thirties before Circuit finally had his litter box consistently cleaned but I finally disciplined myself to doing just that. I started cleaning up after the two of us and building a real home for the two of us. A place we could both be comfortable and happy. Finally, last month, at the age of 34, with Circuit being 15, I bought this bed and Circuit loved it immediately. I'd find him sleeping in it before I left for work in the morning and when I got home in the evening he'd curl up with me in bed. ...For a few days... Then one day I came home during lunch to find Circuit laying on the floor not moving. I'd spotted him like this before, likely on the hunt for a cricket or some other poor small creature. Reaching down to pet him I felt his cold fur and knew my friend had passed away. I don't think this pain will ever stop. It hurts so bad and all I can do is let it. I miss my friend so much I'm tempted to get a new cat but I know, no matter what, it just wont be the same. Circuit was special. He was like me. He'd been hurt and hated the world for it. I was the only one he loved, the only one he could ever accept. We understood each other. Two bitter and angry creatures bonded to each other in ways only wounded animals can be. If I got a new kitten it would be loved, cherished, and happy. It wouldn't know what pain is. Not like me and Circuit. Circuit didn't get much use out of this bed but he loved it for the short time he had it. So I'm very happy I got it. Thank you for reading my review.