Wee Inky has cancer that has spread. He’s only 5 and it feels too soon. The way things were going, I thought last week would be his last but he has reverted to a kittenhood of sorts: chasing string, rolling in catnip, flopping on his back for belly rubs. We are giving him all our love ❤️
Who wants to go in with me on an urban commune where we make art, meals, buy as little as possible, ride our bikes and if anyone brings a fucking smartphone into a common space or posts to
social media about our socialist paradise they are immediately kicked out?
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