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it’s been a month since my baby kitten died so here’s a little angsty memorial thread
his name was hermes. i named him that bc there was this theme between my cats (which i now regret, seeing the consequences*) where i named each one after a certain greek god/dess. hermes is one of my patrons and i wanted to name at least one of them after him
*i had another kitten who died - his name was hades and well...hades and hermes are both gods of the underworld...guess who got eaten by their dad in the myths? hermes and hades 
the cats got eaten by their mother a short while after they were born (hades first, then hermes)
the cats got eaten by their mother a short while after they were born (hades first, then hermes)
anyway enough angst. he used to like sitting on my shoulder, he would sniff me and then climb on my shoulder and start biting my hair. it kinda scared me at first bc i thought maybe i’d drop him or smth, but after a while it became our own little activity :) sometimes i’d-
let him sit on my shoulder while i communicated with irl hermes (i used to call us the “hermes trio”, i was middle hermes, he was big hermes, the kitten was small hermes) + big hermes seemed to love him too
i sadly only have 55 pictures/videos of hermes but here’s my one of favourites: it was i think my second time letting him on my shoulder and i was really nervous and he was kinda tickling me with his nose :(
he was the only one out of my cats who has slept in my lap + he was so affectionate compared to his two (still alive) brothers, although he couldn’t even see me. i’d try petting the others or just sitting next to them and they’d get scared and run away
i used to sing to him under this little slide in our garden, he used to sit there a lot, it kinda became his spot after a while,,,i don’t sit there anymore bc whenever i do i kinda instinctively turn to see if he’s there and it makes me anxious lol traumatic
anyway i currently have no trace of his existence beside this one scar on my right hand, he was, as usual, sitting on my shoulder and it was one of my first times doing that w him so i wanted to let him down and he started screaming and holding onto me w his claws-
i eventually got him to get off me, but he was still protesting so he scarred my hand in the process. it kinda faded away now (obv it’s been a month) but it’s still there like a little brown line on my hand, sometimes whenever i start doubting if he ever even existed-
i just look at that scar and pray to cthonic hermes that he’s. y’know. safe wherever he is right now. i miss him so much,,i remember his brothers used to always sit with either their mum or with each other, they kinda treated him like the outcast friend in the group-
which made me sad sometimes but i noticed after a while that he never even cared about them that much,,he only sat with his mum for milk or smth but other than that, he just liked my presence ig? and it made me so happy :( it’s like he considered Me his parent
anyway end of thread i am now heading off to cry. here’s a picture of him sitting beside me and a family pic of him (next to zeus*), *zeus (orange one), ares (tortoiseshell), and apollo (other black one). i hope he’s happy and safe wherever he is rn
i just realised i am a dumdum and did not mention the fact that he’s blind and expected y’all to just know that...anyway he was born blind
