This is Azlan. Azlan was a large, older, scuffed up former stray who decided he really, really didn’t want to be outdoors anymore. He loved laps, being pet, and sleeping on your chest, which was hella inconvenient when you wanted to so something as mundane as breathe while you slept. Many a nap was interrupted by me gasping for air while this bruiser of a cat purred inches from your face.
Azlan wasn’t with us long – a disease that hides dormant in felines took him from us several months after we brought him home – but what a lovely few months those were. As you can see from his face he had a hard life, but the end of it was filled with warmth and love.
