Female, relatively small but around 9 years old now, will respond to being called either Lolabit or B, gray coat that look lightest on the top while in the sunlight, her tail gets darker further down the length, has an almost perfect triangle white patch on her belly near her crotch area that you can see when she rolls over, piercing green eyes. She loves being outside and rolls over and gets super cuddly an vocal when she is, but shes never been an outdoor cat—she would never venture far or even attempt to leave our back yard and would even climb the screen door when she wanted to go back in. Very loyal, a total baddie—im not sure how to explain it other than she stood on business, if you messed with her she wouldnt sit there and take it, but she would never hurt you, only redirect you. She was the perfect balance of cuddly and playful and would always find herself a spot to lay right next to you. She was my childhood cat, i had her mother who was a stray we took in and would run away and come back pregnant; one day she ran away and didnt come back, she had 2 litters of kittens during our time with her, and she had both of them in the comfort of our home. I was only around 5 when we decided to keep B, and it was everyone just collectively knew that was my cat. My parents never properly took care of animals, and growing up i didnt know any better so i never had the capacity to give her a better life. By the time i was even conscious and understood the concept of life we had already gotten another cat, and she hated him and would hiss at him through the door constantly—that was when we lost her. She became very on edge and one day she heard my mom rip tape off a box and the noise scared her and she started attacking her, we kept her in the basement for a while but brought her back up because thats our baby, but she ended up doing it again after hearing a chip bag noise or something. My mom put her back in the basement despite my protests and kept her down there until one day when i came home from school n said that they got rid of her. Apparently my brother had taken her down one of the roads near my street, it was a hill, and just left her there. I would do anything i could to find her and have a chance at giving her a better life now that im able—although i know theres a slim possibility i would be able to. If anybody sees this and is in possession of her, I wouldnt blame you if you decided to keep her and not interact with this due to the past she had with my family, but the one thing i ask is that she receives a second chance at a better life.
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