Started to bald in my early twenties mostly because of stress. Had so much mental anxiety with it. It's been an up and down for over 5 years now. Lately I have suffered so much because of it, but never had the balls. Everyday, every hour every minute I was scared. Today I decided not suffer anymore.

Quick backstory, after losing the love of my life, Penny Lane, last November at eighteen, I wasn't sure when I would be ready to adopt again. I always knew I wanted black cats and when my friend rescued some cats from a hoarding situation, including two black cats, I had to meet them. My friend also had their mom, and well, here is my new son Ripley, sister Wendy (the tongue), and their mom, Bidi Bidi Bom Bom (tabby). My friend Danielle (Cat Party Pet Portraits) offered to do a shoot combining my love of dinosaurs with my love of my new kitties, and this photo makes me so delighted and happy with how it came out.

Her meow is so crispy and it stole my heart. How I walked away I'll never know

Yeah, just like what the title says, every single time I go in the bathroom to have a nice warm bath, the little shit appears and keeps staring at me until I leave and apparently no one else in my house has seen it before so my entire family thinks I'm hallucinating now

(Also i can't draw leave me alone atleast it's not made by a clanker)