Le monde du vieux bandit

Katcher ne mange plus. Ne ronronne plus. C’est la fin. Aujourd’hui.

Katcher is no longer eating or purring. It’s the end. Today.

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Vers 16h45, le coeur de Katcher a cessé de battre. Il était étendu sur moi, entouré des deux papas humains qu’il a eu, et du seul enfant qu’il ait jamais aimé. Il sera enterré lundi avec Rimbaud et Tasha.

Around 4:45pm, Katcher’s heart stopped beating. He was lying on me, surrounded by the two human daddys he’d had and by the only child he ever loved. He will be burried on Monday with Rimbaud and Tasha.

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