Journal

I am so tired... only 48 days days after the tragic loss of Simba, it's happened again.

One of our dear sweet orange babies, Creamsicle...he was struck and killed by a car this morning.

I'm transgender. I know, this is a huge surprise to just say out loud. Absolutely nothing on my website ever hinted at me being trrans before this journal entry.

Anyways, as of yesterday - 6 May 2026 - I have officially been on estrogen for one whole year!

Simba was one of our cats. He was a very good cat and he was very friendly. He loved being pet and getting attention, he loved getting little treats. He often would sleep in my bed, not all the time, but I'd not uncommonly wake up with him sleeping in my bed next to me or he'd just leap into my bed to take a nap.

And last night - he died.

Morris is one of our cats and he one of our two orange boys, we have many cats. Probably too many. I am not ashamed to admit this but we make sure they're all well-fed, have water, and give them love and care that they deserve.

One of our other cats is named Tigger. He's been a character, to put it gently. He loves to wander around the house and meow. He isn't very much of a cuddler (he doesn't get aggressive when you hold him, he's just not a cuddler) but well that was his thing.

But recently Tigger has been getting more aggressive with the other boys. And last night, he attacked and actually injured Morris.