It's so strange to think that I've now had Clove longer than I had Chai. It doesn't feel that way at all. I guess it's because I knew Chai for so much longer and felt like she was my kitty before she officially came home. I knew her before I knew Chilli, even. I forgot to mention that Chai's rescuer (who rescues a lot of cats and who I got in touch with a while ago) recently posted a kind memorial for her on the same internet cafe where she first posted about her rescue. It felt wonderful to see a memorial that actually honored Chai and how far she'd come since her days on the street. And it's so heartwarming and healing for me to share the grief with someone else who genuinely cares, even though I don't know her personally. I don't know if I've shared these pictures here before, but I found them when I was cleaning off my desktop. She really was the most adorable little cat, wasn't she?